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.