It's always nice to see a familiar face,
There's so many people wandering this place.
Um, how about a story that is difficult to tell,
It's about a goblet, a little fish and a well.
Many in my kingdom have an affinity for cups,
Like how others like flowers or cute little pups.
The King, the Queen and their entire court,
Carry such chalices of a wild assort.
At the bottom of the ladder you'll find a page,
The youngest in court and paid minimum wage.
As pages must she traveled across the land,
Scurrying around to deliver letters by hand.
On one such occasion, she decided to take a break,
And by a well she did stop for water to take.
Up came the bucket filled to the very brim,
Her goblet across the liquid's surface she did skim.
Happy with her beverage, she goes to take a drink,
A fish swims up and stares at her quick as a wink.
Startled by the fish in her chalice silver pure,
She flailed the cup about without her grip secure.
The fish and cup go flying away with much clanking, clatter,
Into the well both disappeared with only a small splatter.
...Do you mind me hanging around for a while,
I'm afraid my Lady might be a bit hostile.
--Page of Chalices