That winning attitude
He was a terrible king,
Cruel and shrewd;
He exterminated anyone,
Not adhering to his rule book.
He left the palace one day,
To travel to distant lands;
For alliance and conquest,
For his kingdom’s expanse.
But his crew was tired,
Hungry and under slept;
While the king took his royal nap,
They abandoned the ship and fled.
He woke up to find no butler,
No cook and no munchies to eat;
Even his loyal dog had deserted him,
Along with the night’s feast.
The cruel king lost his cool,
He thundered down the ship;
But in his anger he missed a step,
He fell and he bled.
He picked himself up,
Angrier, simmering with rage;
And then he heard a melody,
Saw the singer, beautiful, yet out-of-place.
He walked up to the stranger,
Conjuring a charming smile;
She ignored his advances and left,
After cleaning his wound to her best.
The king was oh, so mad,
Picked his sword to get her head;
He didn’t care his men had deserted,
Ruler, much in command never fret!
As the beauty pushed through the woods,
Her lilting voice meshing with the trees;
She began to glow- pulsate like a star,
And then she vanished…
The king was stunned and stoned,
But he was also dazed with love;
The ethereal beauty had him to his knees,
But actually, the king was hallucinating.
It was always his innate desire to be loved,
And that had made him a beast;
Yet a good man delved within,
That was rearing to be him.
When his life was in peril,
His goodness fused with his bad;
It taught him to introspect his deeds,
The fairy was an apparition of that self!
So the king scrounged the distant land,
Until he found his pet and all his men;
They were startled to see a changed man,
And that’s how his loyal crew returned.
A good and bad exists in us all,
The king was no different too.
It’s important to fuse for balance;
Our strengths and failings
To build that winning attitude.
