Sonnet for a Poor Unfortunate Soul

Once upon a time, a man fell in love

With a stunning woman under the sea;

They seemed to fit, so when push came to shove

He asked her to be his queen, with much glee.

 

Born to the throne, he had oceans to rule

And was used to his word being final;

When the queen advised, he felt like a fool

And ignored her, calling her a rival.

 

In a fit of rage, he banished his wife

To a faraway cave, and silenced her;

Lonely and mad, she began causing strife,

Stealing the souls of women who’d been heard.

 

Ursula was burned, when her husband’s choice

Was to view her as useless background noise.

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