Hroth The Mad Poem by Cody O'Hara

Prince Hroth the mad
Sat with his dad
Enjoying a pleasant lunch

Until the king
Turned to things
Which made him want to punch

So Hroth slid
Into his mid
A knife of silver spoils

And now the king
Has other things
To replace his mighty royals

Hroth sits now on the throne
Taking it all in
And with a smile in his eyes

So good, so good
He said and munched
On king's liver pies

The peasants bowed
To this king
What were they to do

Especially with
The old king's head
Serving quaintly as a stool

They talked and complained
Deciding to make Hroth pay
Rightly for his sins

Into the palace
They marched
Converging on the throne

Only to find
Hroth dead
Choked by his father's bones