Coronam & The 26 Pieces Poem by Rodion Myshkin

Her treasures from the Land of Kings
On my tortured fridge, lay magnetized
No fingerprint nor smidge, my intentions r disguised,
But heck, each frame she's memorized!
Should I dare touch any for fun,
Steal or dream of nicking one?
Every hour she counts the heap
N between sleeps along with sheep.

Each image's a remembrance
To Forts scaled, Palaces awe amazed
Temples graced n rains our bike blazed;
Pink to White to Blue cities' made way
With puppets play n musicians display
Lakes renowned n august crowned.

We will return again with pride,
Still deserts to trudge
Nish, don't have a grudge,
Next time, you be the judge
And guide our royal ride.