Friday, May 29, 2009

The Unbalanced Palace, for Lewis Carrol

"Wear yourselves ragged!!" the King of Kings shouts,
Curls himself in satin while others simply pout.
"We have no food nor water nor taste,"
cries the young, old and stout,
The King yells, "Care do I not, you must make haste,
scurry to your quarters before I put you out!!!!"

And so the peasants ran, buried under the shadow of the castle,
they eat what they can, something for their hunger battle.
Sick of wrath and furry, the next day they plan,
for the they shall be the jury,
when the King's head lay in their hand!

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