If I were the queen of sheeba
I'd laugh at all my jokes
I'd tell people I'm real
Then go drink some Coke
If I were the queen of sheeba
I'd tell people they're no me
They always say yeah and I'm the queen of sheeba
But what they don't see
All the fault they give me
For just being myself
I would be rich in other words
I'd have lots of wealth
Though I don't know
Where sheeba is
I could soon make do
Or just make a list
I'd give guards the day off
From guarding
And spartans off
From sparing
I would sleep in a big bed
I'd demand nice sheets
I would put my slippers on
Right before I went to sleep
I like how you rhymed through out you poem. I love your personality in writing, how you are so free, creative, with some humor. Your blog is a very entertaining place for me. Good job.
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