Her Majesty's Soap (A Tale Of Beauty) Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Come one, come all.
Her majesty has ordered
Everyone to the Royal Court.

She has put out a reward
To find who makes her favorite
Soap.

These fragrant bars made
With love, impossible to find
In any shop.

She's already beheaded
Three men.
The fourth a girl whom had
Small bits of information.

A dark haired maiden
Whom cheeks bathe in dimples.

Her majesty has lost her mind
With being said.
These bars must be one of a kind

She must have the best
Of everything.
She's even offered the girl
A spot by her side.

Come one, come all
If you can bring her majesty
The maiden with deep dark curls.
You may just save a life.
Even your own