King Farouk Poem by Ima Ryma

Egypt's King Farouk, the last king,
Thought being king was like a game
Of cards - whatever suit would bring
To him the most fortune and fame.
In World War II, he played both sides,
Waiting to see which side would win.
Wrapped vanities like mummifieds,
Seven deadly - he did each sin,
Living the most lavish lifestyle,
While his subjects starved in the streets.
All that he gave them was a smile,
As he chowed down expensive treats.

Egypt revolted and did puke
Out the bile pile called King Farouk.