In The King’s Company Poem by Naveed Akram
In The King’s Company
Your hopes may never fry and die,
But those that do shall write,
For dreams can sink and rectify,
All sudden happy sight.
May losing be the highest right,
For those who must come down,
As losers have a guest tonight,
He is a king with crown.
The happy over that mistake
Shall wind up in the yard,
The king does eat a nice beefsteak,
With much delicious lard.
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