Oddball Poem by Russel Tanner

Sitting alone
By herself
Upon the stone

She was different

They all knew that
None of the men
Tipped their hat

She was missing

For three days
No-one noticed
Things were not as always

But she was indifferent

When the king passed away
She just sat there
Like any other day

She was strange

Standing by the shelf
Sharing some private joke
With herself

She was unhurried

They all watched her
Take down the book
With old yellowed paper

She was gleeful

Slowly jerking hands
Open to the page
Up she stands

Now they see

She was not only
Different, strange
Odd, alone

They peered over her shoulder
She whom they sneered

Was heir

She is rich
But still, still,
She sits in a ditch

And to herself laughs

Only she will ever know
How the royal man
Untimely did go