The Statue

There is a statue
In the park,
Quite old, quite old,
So I am told,
A noble king
Who lost his crown,
Now, only the statue
Is his own,
He stands there
For a thousand years,
Without any warmth,
Without any cheers,
A fairy took pity
On his poor soul
To grant him one wish
Was her promise and goal,
She asked the old king
What he wanted most,
And in an eerie voice
Answered his ghost:
"To dump on the birds,
I only wish this,
They've abused me for years
With their leavings and piss,
To do it to them
Would be sheer bliss!"

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz