The Queen of Mean by Mike Williams 01/18/2016 @ 2:00 P.M.

Dressed in finery and a crown of gold,  
Upon a lofty perch and throne of old.  
A queen observed and renounced a beggar maid's cry.  
And did not bother to lift her eye.  

Raggle-taggle cloth the young girl wore,  
Hungry for bread she begged door to door.  
What she wouldn't give for a single jeweled stone.  
Working the day long with nothing her own.  

The queen knew not hunger and never knew thirst.  
She knew not cold, nor poverty's curse.  
Before her stood with a plea and outstretched hand.  
A single wretched poor girl from her own land.  

"No husband have I and nothing to eat.  
I am reduced to beg for bread on the street."  
The maid went without notice and left the sceen.  
To run far away from the court of the queen of mean.