Poetry for a Flying Carpet and a Persian Prince

flying carpet

The Persian Prince flew
His magic carpet across the sky
With great pomp and ceremony
For all to see
Over ivory towers and golden minarets
Across great deserts and a stormy sea
From Constantinople to Kathmandu
Over mountain ranges and forests too
Over clouds and dark cold Arabian nights
Over busy cities and their city lights
And although, he always enjoyed them all
Because as we all know the Persian Prince
Liked to
Roam
His favourite trip
Was always
At the End
.
Flying
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