The Gypsy King

A poem about "The Gypsy King".

I am the Gypsy  King
You can’t believe I’m real
Of me they all will sing
And all your clothes I’ll steal
So when you chase me down
I’ll wear a clever disguise
That face of yours will frown
Because you can’t see my Gypsy Crown.

The Gypsy King I am
I’ve stolen all you had
Your cats, your dogs, your ram
You can’t win, dear lad
The whole town seeks my face
But I can hide in plain sight
For you, I’m a disgrace
For them, I am “Your Grace”.