One small glass of water.
The waiter said, "THAT WAS THE ORDER".
In the pantry the man looked at me.
We have no water, LET IT BE.
What will I tell him, HIS MAJESTY !
OFF WITH MY HEAD ! It seems to me.
Oh your honor, the pantry said, "LET BE".
WHAT ! No water in my kingdom.
How can this fate, NO FREEDOM !
But, what, after this - TO SEA.
Find me some water - ON ONE KNEE.
That is your quest - NOW FLEE !
Yes your majesty - A crusade it will be.
For a small glass of water.
Call all in quarter - YES, even the porter.
from my poem book - DREAMS 2