Ballade Iii Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

A king had rung a bell,
Of a tale to the universe tell.
He took his time to coin
His word before letting it off his loin.
Done with the words of sorts,
His glottis to spray, did sought.
At last he made his speech,
And his voice to the hidden world reached.

These he had said to all,
A prince for lust did fall.
And no heir to 'place him,
That'll survive the king atleast.
So he made a large feast,
And drawn the list of diverse delicacies.
To feed their heart and wits,
Their stomach and strengths, to see who fit.

Then all at the smooth meal
Fumbled: they ate till they were to stupor filled.
But there sat a young folk,
Whose composure at the meal was withhold.
The king at this young man
Was moved and had for him variant plans.
Why had he not eaten like other he was to speak urged.
He'd loved to eat thus, but wasn't because he did purge.
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