h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Good Afternoon milords and ladies, my humble name is Lilyan of the Thomason family. I have come to your glorious kingdom in search of a niche. My most gracious sovereins and nobles, might I join your grand community under the ever so humble title of 'Royal Poetess'? I can write any verse that you should require, though humor is not always my strongest suit.

-Lily-

::hands Lilyan a royal niche::

Now be careful, these are very rare!

Many thanks, my lady. I shall take great pains to keep this niche secure and safe.

On a lighter note, are there any poems in need of being composed?

Once His Royal Majesty has decreed you the Royal Poetess, I think I might have a poem for you to compose ... something about a princess pining for her prince who has roamed far from the kingdom to leave her sad and lonely, waiting for his return in her empty chambers. *sigh*

I'm not quite sure if this is what you had in mind... If not, just tell me what to fix.
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And why did you have to go?
To leave me, all alone?
What purpose does your prescense bring?
To the war or to the king?
To him you are just another general
Serving in the army.

But to me...
To me, you are everything.
And I do not mean that lightly.
My days are marred by a film of dust
That dampens the colors, cuts short the laughs
Without your robust voice,
My chambers merely echo my sighs
So that the entire room cries.

Why did you have to go?
My father had other men,
Eager men, single men.
What left is there for you to prove?
Your duty is to me
Your only service is love
You pronounced Queen of Beauty
But then you left your Queen,
Knightless
Sleepless and
Alone
In dusty, echoing chambers filled with sighs.
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She sits at the window sewing
Her stiches uneven and long
Her mind is on the road outstreching
As she waits for her lord.

He left to find adventure
To prove his worth to all
He never thought of princess
Who he left all alone

He's slaying monsters
To help distant kings
While she feigns excitement
Over simple things

Her weavings become unraveled
His sword gleams bright with blood
She sits alone in her chambers
He rides off into the sun

Soon he will return for her
A changed and worthy man
But will her heart stay constant
Once her tears reach their end?
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Cold cushions stand stiffly
At attention on the chaise
The curtains are drawn
Tightly across the glass
The princess has cried her very last
She waited 7 years for him
Eager for his turn
While he was winning battles
She wasted time alone
But now the chambers will not
Echo with her silent cries
Nor will her pillow soak up
Her secret night tears
The princess is through mourning
She's deciding to live...
In large chambers
With stoic furniture
All alone,
Until her prince finally comes.

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Lily

Wow! Those are wonderful! Thank you!

I'm glad you enjoyed them. Shall I write any more? Writing on command is an ability that I am working on currently.

My apologies Lily, I was out tending to the Royal Shovels, and did not hear your call. I'm afraid however that I cannot grant you the title of "Royal Poetess"... for a position so grand can only be betokened the Poetess Laureate! And so shall you be

*curties*

Thank you, my Liege. It is indeed a title most grand and I shall do my absolute best to live up to it.

::enters looking for *curties*::
Ah there you are, you danged critturs.
Get back in your cage before something verse happens.