As I walked the walk down the road to Townville,
My mare horse plodding beside me,
I could only think of her,
My Ann Anna Annabelle,
The Glorious Glory of the Galaxy.
I stopped by the river to drink a drink,
When, replacing my imaginary image,
A war-loving warrior princess came
And stole me away from this place
Into the watery water.
All of a sudden, suddenly,
Before me, in front of my eyes,
A palatial palace
Glimmered brightly in the sunny sun.
Forward I was thrust thrustingly,
Into the chamber of the chamber of the
Chamber of the king.
The kingly king sat seated upon his throne,
A scepter of a scepter in his hand.
'You shall die a death! ' he yelled at me.
I was soon beheaded with a beheader,
Decapitated from my capitate,
And now I, a ghostly ghost,
Have come back from the dead
To inform you with this information:
'Live lively, love lovingly, and search searchingly.'
Tyler Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-will-willfully-left/
