Your Majesty Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Your Majesty

We live in Canada,
Are perfect in the talks,
And avoid working hard,
We talk and, talk and talk!

Here, in Canada,
A large dish for a bite,
The decor well-designed.

Let's listen to the talks:
"I worked and he did too,
As did the girl you liked! "

We live in Canada,
Paperwork is too much,
We follow the bureaucrats!

Though we are far advanced,
We seem to go right back,
To when ruled the autocrats.

Then, rulers and owners,
Of the time pretended,
Loyalty and respect.

"Fool the King,
His kingdom, "
Was the rule,
Of the game!

To pay the price of a plot,
You had to learn to bow,
Or marry the daughter of,
A person who had bowed.

"Of course, your Majesty,
You own the oceans, seas,
And the Earth, everything."

We are heirs, and received,
Blabber, bootlicking…