The King entered swinging

And guzzled down a beer,

Before he picked a fight

With someone at the bar.

Humbled, he retreated

To his official car.

 

The King felt like some food;

The queue was far too long.

Impatiently, he waited,

Then pushed in at the front.

‘Do you know who I am?’

He often pulled this stunt.

 

The King had too much wealth;

He would give some away.

He called the poorest folk

And got them to kneel down;

Gave them half an hour

To prise jewels from his crown.

 

The King was due to die;

The day had been arranged.

The population mourned,

But come the given date,

He, feeling far too well,

Announced he would be late.