Scheherazade - Poem by Ima Ryma
A good sales pitch is short and sweet,
But Scheherazade proved not so.
A thousand and one nights, her feat
Of telling stories long ago,
To the king who would take a wife,
Each and every night, and then
The next morning would take her life.
Scheherazade, over again,
Night after night kept the king awed,
So that the king never tired of
The stories of Scheherazade,
And kept her with him out of love.
Not brief, but long winded instead,
Scheherazade did keep her head.
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