There's a Chinese king,
not too smart in many things
mess was his, it'seem.
He made many laws
and planned new roads and stores, still
advisers said no.
He became so sad
and lived to his heart too glad
by his hate that's mad.
A few saw the king
who spent the twenty years more
building tombs abhorred.
Oversexed, he did die
and filled all his advisers
to tomb's divisors.
He's a real king with
tunnels unsurpassed, it's seem
now,
a
rat's
underpass
of
his
aft
er
life.
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