fair maidens and harlots alike
all were hopeful that the king
would preference their riding bike

the regent didn't much care
where he could place his stick
of it he'd so liberally share

his queen sat crying on her throne
wondering where the sovereign
was pointing his starched bone

after twenty years the ruler's realm
fell into a state of feminine war
all wanting to be his main helm

the appendage with wilt did flag
******* finishing off its stroke
in an undesirable drooping sag