A Small Glas Of Water

A Small Glas Of Water short poem

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One small glass of water.
The waiter said, “THAT WAS THE ORDER”.
In the pantry the man looked at me.
We have no water, LET IT BE.
What will I tell him, HIS MAJESTY !
OFF WITH MY HEAD ! It seems to me.
Oh your honor, the pantry said, “LET BE”.
WHAT ! No water in my kingdom.
How can this fate, NO FREEDOM !
But, whay, after this – TO SEA.
Find me some water – On one knee.
That is your quest – NOW FLEE !
Yes your majesty – a crusade it will be.
For a small glass of water.
Call all in quarter-YES, even the porter.

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