Of splendid thrones of gold or treasures manifold Of jewelled caskets or lavish banquets Of Emirs and rajahs Of Sultans and Shahs Of kings and queens Of rulers and emperors Of sparkling crowns or flowing gowns Of their subservient stewards and obedient pages Of their stalwart squires and servile knaves Of poor humble, docile minions who tended to regal pavilions And obeisantly carried royal palanquins Oh and some were real life harlequins Of castles and palaces of abounding gold and silver in ostentatious regal splendour The sidelined fanning maids in waiting Yet to me only one thing worth noticing The minstrels who came to sing from afar for the queen and king For I'd rather be a poetess for kings so to my tunes swayed a kingdom than I be the king of mere subjects and be filled with regal boredom! So I could join ranks of troubadours and sing for the king some folklores.