Sta.sh
Way back when, I was a child of course
I lived in the south, and then moved to the north
I met a boy my age, along the way
He lived next-door, he came over to play.
We talked for a while, I liked everything about him
From the way that he laughed, to his gigantic grin
I turned to him, and this is that I say;
'When I become queen, you'll be my king one day.'
He took this to heart, and without any fears,
He fought to get me this, throughout many years.
He had lots of courage, he hocked up his pants
He put me in a basket, and took me to France.
I killed the queen, and he killed the king,
We replaced the positions with him and me.
He said that he loved me, he said it was true.
Then I responded with "I love you too."
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Now there's been so much time gone and passed,
The spirit in the king hasn't this far last.
I don't like him now, not his dull crown
Not the way that he mumbles, or his neck to neck frown.
I thought long and hard about what ought to be,
And I put him out of his misery of living with me.
I look back at a cold, frowning face that once made me smile,
That once made me laugh, and I think for a while.
How is it that I've gone so sour?
I cannot be queen for another hour.
At this point in time, I think it'd be best
If I laid me to sleep with the king and the rest.
Any trace of me shall not be mortally seen,
No longer a fool, no longer a queen.
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It would help to check your syllable count per line and make sure your end-rhyme matches up, but this is bursting with promise.