It's Good to be the King

The kings of old, the kings of new,
     the highest of all classes

took full advantage of their subjects,
     expecially the lasses

he liked to carress their *******,
     and grab their fine tight *****

his bedroom was never empty,
     for he gave out many passes


he bade them "you must give me more",
     he made their poor hearts quiver

he stripped them of their lovely gowns,
     and in the cold they shiver

when one would, complain out loud,
     do you take me like chopped liver

his knife he would pull, from his belt,
     and from her ear he'd cut a sliver


don't give me ,none of your lip,
     except upon my large ding

and after you, have pleased me well,
     get off you knees and sing

"oh my lord, you are so good",
      "you have the largest thing"

ah yes young maiden, you are correct,
      it's good to be the King

Gomer LePoet...