Learn More

Mark R. Elias

PoemHunter.com Updates

The King and His Pie

There once was a king whose brain cells were few,
His mind was as mushy and slushy as stew.
His thoughts they consisted of little but whim
And all the day long just to entertain him
Musicians and jesters and clowns and the like
Would sweat and would toil lest their head on a spike.

The king would at random slope off on a stroll
Expecting around him to dance, play and roll

[Hata Bildir]