A lame-ass king being fed grapes while he is trolling around on his pony,
As he hmmphs and bellows to alert his crawling cranky cronies,
And his big pot-belly of greed goes wiggly wooggly whoosh,
He can’t even jump off the beast as he ain’t wearing any shoes!
Sigh!! such kings exist even today; across valleys, rivers and mounds,
High decibel are their trumpets, not the slightest sanity around
If even one of them thought for a change, to rule their land with able brains,
Happy we will live ever after, no monies of ours never ever drained.
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