#4 Checkmate

(Josie Sayz: This is my fourth anthology poem, which became the anthology title. Like my third poem ‘Chess Piece’, ‘Checkmate’ is something incredibly important to me.)

Everyone’s invited,
The table is all laid.
We’re gonna have a party –
Bet you wish that you’d stayed.
Got my best clothes on, Hatter’s got his hat –
Wouldn’t be one if he’d forgotten that.
Dormouse got in the teapot – oh my!
And our thirty layer cake is piled up high.
If I just go for a wonder in this land…
Marching to the beat of my very own band.
Sit at the top of the treetops and swing.
I’ll let the whole kingdom sing.
You know this is gonna be my thing.
And you’ll never, ever, ever be King.
Now everyone is waiting
And it’s time to take my turn.
There’s no use in chasing rabbits,
Always a lesson left to learn.
But days are hard when I’m feeling blue
My memories come flooding back to you.
But they tell me every day will turn out okay
So longs as your favourite sport is croquette.
If I just go for a wonder in this land…
Marching to the beat of my very own band.
Sit at the top of the treetops and swing.
I’ll let the whole kingdom sing.
You know this is gonna be my thing.
And you’ll never, ever, ever be King.
I’m always climbing up the ladders,
Because you know I can’t be late.
And you, you never bother trying,
Always sliding down the snake.
My world, it keeps on turning
As the castle comes into view.
And every day is a new journey,
Now I’m better off without you.
If I just go for a wonder in this land…
Marching to the beat of my very own band.
Sit at the top of the treetops and swing.
I’ll let the whole kingdom sing.
You know this is gonna be my thing.
And you’ll never, ever, ever be King.
You’ll never, ever, ever be King.
No, you’ll never, ever, ever be Ki-ing.
Oh, no-oh,
You’ll never, ever, ever be King.
Sit at the top of the treetops and swing.
I’ll make the whole kingdom sing.
With them friendship is better,
They’ll stick by me forever
And you’re never, ever coming back.
Sit at the top of the treetops and swing.
At the top of my lungs I’ll sing:
You know, you’ll never, ever, ever,
You’ll never, ever, ever be King.
Checkmate!

- Josie -