Poetry is a noisy queen
Oh, almighty gods
How she likes to speak
She praises, she offends
She screams, she whispers
She comforts, she complains
When she doesn't speak
She laughs, she cries
She weeps, she smiles
Or she drinks too much
Or she is naturally nuts
Or she likes annoying us
She is our queen
we must obey
if we really want
to keep our heads
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