Lose Your Crown
Pick me up to throw me downAnd faces sneering all around
But I never really liked this town
One shoe on back door bound
There she is in dressing gown
She never even made a sound
After her daddy’s angry frown
Of all the people, us they found
Win the princess, lose your crown
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Copyright © David Williams 2016
Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda
Written on 2026-07-29 at 06:00
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