The  Traveling Man

I’m a trav’ling man.

I’ve traveled far.

I drive long distances by car.

Sometimes I stop

to check my load,

but then I head on

down the road.

The roads I like to

travel most

are those that stretch

from coast to coast.

But I don’t care, I don’t complain,

when I drive down a shady lane.

I like the streets in quiet towns

where I’m the only car around.

I’ll put my foot down on the gas

when I head up a mountain pass

and ease my car to very slow

where signs say kids will likely go.

I’m a trav’ing man.

I just go on.

I sleep at night.

And drive at dawn.

I’m a trav’ling man.

When I Am Queen

When I am Queen,

I’ll have a maid.

I’ll  have a retinue.

They’ll pluck a hanky for me

should I sneeze and say “Achoo!”

They’ll spread a bit of butter

on my morning toasty bread,

and douse the light

each quiet night

when I nod off to bed.

They’ll keep a keen sharp eye out

to snag anything I drop,

and guide my arm politely

so I never fall Kerplop!

They’ll see my clothes are ready, and

there’s something nice to wear.

They’ll touch up all my make-up

and tuck in an errant hair.

My duties will be simple.

I will handle them with grace.

I’ll listen to all comments

with a smile

 upon my face.

I’ll bow and wave with dignity

when I inspect the ranks.

For courtesy that’s shown to me–

I’ll always give my thanks.

I’ll discretely cross my ankles.

I will fold my hands with care.

I will never hitch my hose up.

I’ll project a regal air.

Oh, life will be so loverly when I become the Queen…

I’ll be the Bestest Monarch that the country’s ever seen!