- BY: CHIDIEBELE OJUANU
- ( SPECTACULAR PEN✍️)
A pauper without a name,
Became a king with a fame.
Though the crown fits in the frame;
To become his, the princely finesse he couldn't tame.
For the love of the princess,
He suffered in disguise.
"She wouldn't love me in my rags,
So let me bear the fake royal tags"
He thought.
But his conscience would always taunt.
Even with his princely crown,
He was welcomed with a frown.
He decided to play the clown;
But his cover was soon blown.
Try please all
And end up pleasing none.
"So I'll go back to my thatched hall,_
Afterall being myself is second to none".