He perched upon his steely throne,
beset by plebs and debtors,
and made his judgement, more astute
than any man of letters:
"This usurper who bears no name -
he never sees the sun,
and thus daren't start his daily toil
'til evening has begun.
'Til the twilight bell doth knell
the pastures he'll surrender,
for in this land of habitudes
he is their one defender.
A rider came, with news; he has
conferred with his committee -
the dastard has concieved a plan
to **** and raze this city.
As such," continued on the king,
"'tis well within my reckoning
that any decent gent would not
to such a man be beckoning.
And therefore," he went on, "I do
declare that he and we are foes -
so, rally, soldiers! Go ye forth!
Let him regret the path he chose."
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC
He perched upon his steely throne,
beset by plebs and debtors,
and made his judgement, more astute
than any man of letters:
"This usurper who bears no name -
he never sees the sun,
and thus daren't start his daily toil
'til evening has begun.
'Til the twilight bell doth knell
the pastures he'll surrender,
for in this land of habitudes
he is their one defender.
A rider came, with news; he has
conferred with his committee -
the dastard has concieved a plan
to **** and raze this city.
As such," continued on the king,
"'tis well within my reckoning
that any decent gent would not
to such a man be beckoning.
And therefore," he went on, "I do
declare that he and we are foes -
so, rally, soldiers! Go ye forth!
Let him regret the path he chose."
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