This was inspired by Hoot... thanks!
Once there lived a little boy, a shy and quiet child
often he was overlooked his sibling kind of wild.
He traveled through each day in life in quiet fantasy.
Of knights in armor, far off lands and kingdoms make believe.
He built a castle in his mind with motes around its wall
a drawbridge he alone controlled which no one crossed at all.
He was an evil wicked king his reign was far and wide.
Strong character he presented all to hide the fear inside.
In mind he wove elaborate tales of dragons he would slay.
The other kingdoms he would seize and belong to him someday.
But he was caught quite unawares when down the road did stroll
a bent and wicked little woman, such an awfully ugly troll.
She hollered up to him across the mote filled with shark fin.
My name is Elizabeth, I’m your sister… let me in!
The little king he rolled his eyes with exasperated moan
he yelled over his shoulder.. Mom! She won’t leave me alone.
Oh I forgot to tell you all about the mother queen.
She was the only person he allowed inside his dream.
She was a kind and gentle soul and seem to understand.
That Christopher needed privacy in his far off kingdom land.
So she hollered from the kitchen of this castle in his mind
that if Beth didn’t step away she’d have a sore behind.
Go away and leave him be, he doesn’t bother you.
I’ll make you scrub the dungeon, go find something else to do.
The little king puffed up his chest allegiance did he vow
and claimed that if it took all day he’d repay the queen somehow.
So off in search of tribute to his mother queen he went
and brought back to her a flower, a small dandelion, bent.
But in his eyes she saw the dozen roses that he gave
bent and kissed the little king, promising to always save.
You see the little king's big heart wasn’t really all that mean,
but big sisters they just can’t view, what’s seen by mother queen.