by David Ackley
The king was in his countinghouse,
pouting.
“Very! Very! Sick!,” said he, “of all this
Shouting!”
“Perhaps they think” pondered his
minister,
“you are, Your Youness, just a little bit
sinister?”
“I used to like them, but they're not very
Nice!
To the royal me, they are nothing but
Lice!”
And he leaned out the window to yell,
“Lice!”
Adding for emphasis , “ Very Not
Nice!
But who's at the gates, what's all the
Noise?”
“With pitchforks and hoes, Sire, a mob of the
Boys.”
“Hoes? My word, that sounds very
Yummy!”
“Not that kind, My lord; these aren't so
chummy.”
button.
I'll turn all you sheep into plates of roast
Mutton!”
“Time for a change,” Murmured the
Minister,
“Sire, your new attendants, Bubba andFinster.
And the latest wardrobe, a very nice
Jacket,
See how the sleeves tie in
Back. It
fits you so nicely. With your new room of
rubber,all by yourself you can tweet and can
Blubber.”
Away the king goes, his minister quoth, “Friends forward-
Hence,
we'll forego the billions, and make do with
Pence.”
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One of an occasional series; the prescient earlier ones can be found on my profile page.
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Brilliant! Especially the closing pun.
Oh, yes!!
Ah, when the king's away, the lice will play.
Very entertaining, David. Fun poem.
Yeow!
Enjoyed the rhymes. Surprised "mice" never appeared.
Every little bit helps!*
I like it.
Thanks doggerel lovers, one and all. King George IVth ?
When I saw "hoe" I just knew what was coming.
Funny stuff, David.
So funny...
And I'm not usually one for end rhymes, but these are unusual and unexpected. *
I agree with Arturo about rhymes but this is wickedly delightful. Big star from me. *
Thanks Ray, Arturo and Charlotte. Glad you had a laugh.