The Queen Abdicates Poem by Bryan Taplits

A ride we shall take-
And lest we fall first,
All sundry together
As we sit on our perch.
A little bit spoiled-
And was nothing less-
But also sweet and most gilded
Our valued princess.
She scattered the winds
And tethered the storms,
She charmed all the regents
From her lofty throne-
For it too glittered-since it also was high borne.
But then came a quandary
We see it appear,
Our princess was growing
Her age lines were near.
She still charmed all the regents
Those bewitched by their fate,
But those newly appointed
She no longer could sate.
They looked at her blankly
As though her chimes were more pall,
The bells that had chimed wildly
Were now just a toll.
She tried her best
But older came the truth,
For what once was an engine
Had reversed to a caboose.
She still laughs with all glee
But in her eyes no mischief now shows,
An ember that once burned brightly-
Soon went her glow.
Crickety crone-now unsightly-
And so ends her show.