Culmination of Dread
A culmination of dread possessed him
He knew that to be king he had to kill the queen
The queen that looked at him with ridiculing eyes
He decided that to kill himself
He had to first suck his body’s water dry
He asked the queen for some juicy lemonade
She spit the lemon juice into his awaiting face
“Why?” He asked, bringing the knife out of his back calf
“You may have the lemonade as long as you eat this bear’s feet.”
The man ate the feet of the bear with only a disgusted, grossed-out look
Of a lingering stare
When he was finished he took the lemon from the queens Jewelry stand
And he smashed it over his head
He bled yellowish mandarin-like blood from the impact of the fishy fruit
“There!” he said; “At last I can catch you!”
She runs away, but the door to the apparent truth is locked far behind her
He wins and holds the lemon above his height
In a victory stance that would petrify a timid, lonely penguin
He manipulated the queen into giving up her weapon of mass lemons.