Promiscuous Tyrant Poem by Wamii Flyer

She lets her fruits hang low
The jestress of abundance
It rings to their demands, the bells on her bow
Even compared to the king, she's of utmost importance

A yelp escapes her painted lips
Someone had reached for a grasp between her acrobatic flips
Humorous place, below her hips

Her arms extended, searching for the king
But a throne, void of ermine robe
She soon realized his escape was a swing
The royalty had shattered her hope

Her jestress splashed the perpetrator with wine, not so-clever
He outraged, stained her honor with a dagger
She fell from a royal entertainer to an organ beggar