The earring
(Lars Glasø)
Remember her entrance that evening
The queen came in without a warning
Felt my life was about to commence
Mundane things started to make sense
Hoping my prospects were good
She could see me from
where she stood
Pretending to be cool, talking about
intellectual stuff
Bragging loudly and showing off
After a while her eyes met mine
My heart was beating fast
I looked for a sign
She turned away and smiled
to someone near
Disappointed I ordered a beer
Soon I felt better and became bolder
Someone spoke and put a hand
on my shoulder
The queen said I was wearing
a nice earring
Thought it was something wrong
with my hearing
Told her I didn't wear any earring
She said I had to if I wanted to be king
Considered her suggestion but preferred
to stay without
She left the room, I was counted out
After a while her eyes met mine
Held my breath and looked for a sign
She turned away and smiled
to someone near
Acting as if I wasn't there
I acted as if I didn't care