Don’t touch! Don’t ask! Don’t put me down!
Sometimes, I beg, take off your crown.
Of course it’s hard: you “aren’t the usual”.
You’d better now, it looks ruthful.
To earth “Your Highness” should come down,
Sumbissive lackeys and a clown
Live only in your sweet daydream -
Not all is gold, that is agleam.
Who born to crawl will never flitter,
You’re close to aim on not a meter.
In dream you’re strong, but you’re weak.
You won’t happy, if you’re bleak.
Your Highness
© Copyright: Анна Воронкина, 2011
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