Imagine a kingdom with a grumpy King. Part Two of my Kingdom Poems.
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And so it was said, in reference to the Dark Cloud That fell over the kingdom, enveloping in a very gloomy shroud It all started they say, when the Princess was given away To Mark the Farmer, who surprisingly came back as a prince one day As the happy couple walked away, the King fell into a tantrum spell He was a force to be reckoned with of which, many tried, but none can quell Then Mary the Housekeeper, had an idea in her head, one that went bleep That maybe the King should be helped to bed, and put in a very deep sleep But what to do, as the King's chamber was in quite a discomfiting mess The bed overturned, with chamber pot contents splashed all over the Royal Crest The housekeeper began, slowly and begrudgingly, as it was her responsibility And turned the bed over and pushed it against the corner, to increase mobility But the King entered then, and was in quite a murderous rage The gall! The tenacity! And some more invective that scared the poor page The housekeeper was quick to pour down the special sleeping broth Marvin the Jester tried to help, but instead, got squished like a moth And so Mary the Housekeeper set about in her obviously smelly task To clean up all the mess, specially the one on the crest, with a mask The bed remained in the corner, heaven forbid that the king wake! The Jester was revived and life went on, piece of cake And so in looking back, twas on that day the people believe That all this started, as they are now only barely starting to perceive For in the attempt to calm down the king, and cajole him to rest Mary ended up putting the royal bed on the corner, with only one side to egress! And so for months the people endured, form a harvest to the one over Too simple to think, that maybe there was a way to fix the king, help him recover Mary still made strong cannabis broth to force down the King each night But somehow he still woke shouting, like he was disgraced by bedbugs, in a mud fight At last the jester remembered the Princess, who just had her little Princeling He journeyed to her and asked for help, if its possible, if she cared even an inkling The princess acquiesced and quickly packed up her little joy in a bundle And asked the jester to go on ahead and so he went, albeit it was in a trundle The Princess arrived, but the King was already deep in the art of cannabis napping So she set about the Kings' chambers looking around, all the while, tsk! tsking For the Princeling, it is known, likes to wake up to the welcoming sun rays But since the bed was barring the window, the Princess pushed it sideways Crib in place and just in time, for the King woke up and bellowed like thunder But then he looked over to the other side and stared open mouthed, in wonder He moved over, for the tiny voice tugged at his heart, and peered inside cautiously Within was the Princeling, looking up at him, mirroring his smile so gloriously |