One day,
Beneath the sun ray,
I thought of a melody,
To be sung out loudly.
With long expressions and phrases,
the poetry was on medieval ages,
All about the Kings and Queens
And how their ministers spilled the beans.
With laughter I cracked,
The Ray then asked,
“What happened All Good?”
I said,”something I just Cooked.”

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