My Peasant - Poem by Kayla Barker
An answer to my other poem, My Princess.
Why hello there, My Lowly Peasant,
How are you this May morn'?
I've seen your teasing glances,
Making me recollect of nights before.
I don't want the royalty,
Who ask me for my hand.
So the answer to your question simply being,
I'll take your delicacies over any other man.
The many nights before,
And every night, again.
For the pleasant nights spent,
In the arms of a lowly peasant,
Such as thee',
...Are the best I've ever had.
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