“THE LITTLE KING"
“So like him,” she thought as she walked past
His, (as she called it,) “stupid still life thing,”
“….Arrangement…..” surely it could not be classed
As that; cold coffee, local rag and….king?
A little plaster model, and so small
Now chipped and faded, destined for the bin.
It, and the mug, she’d like to see them fall,
The coffee drench the king and then begin
To seep and spread, spoiling his pride and joy,
(Oh, yes! To see his disappointed rage,)
Half finished canvas painting, and, oh boy!
His silly smiling face soaked off the page.