A Small Glass Of Water Poem by JOE POEWHIT

A Small Glass Of Water



One small glass of water.
The waiter said, 'THAT WAS THE ORDER'.
In the pantry the man looked at me.
We have no water, LET IT BE.
What will I tell him, HIS MAJESTY!
OFF WITH MY HEAD! It seems to me.
Oh your honor, the pantry said, 'LET BE'.
WHAT! No water in my kingdom.
How can this fate, NO FREEDOM!
But, What, after this - TO SEA.
Find me some water - ON ONE KNEE.
That is your quest - NOW FLEE!
Yes your majesty - A crusade it will be.
For a small glass of water.
Call all in quarter - YES, Even the porter.

Monday, January 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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