by J. M.

Created on: April 28, 2008

The King

Once upon a time there lived a very lovely King
Who did a really awfully horribly terribly revolting thing.
You see the very lovely King got infected with the flu
Bugs flew up his nostrils he turned a tinge of royal blue

But the fundamental problem . a disconcerting issue
The King did not Kazoontight nor sniff nor sneeze nor artissue
No, the king's raspy, nagging cough had quite a distinctive sound

It came out like "ORF-WIF-IS-HED" causing disarray to all around

So - first it was the attendants who lost their helpful heads
Then it was the jester who sat joking on the bed
Then it was poor old granny carted off when he coughed again
The cat, the dog, the canary all came to a gory headless end

They called the royal Doctor Fanny; he arrived and crossed the moat
He listened to the King's chest, peeped into his swollen throat
He said, "Well this is dreadful, I have seen this once before"
"You must take this huge big tablet" he said as he sprinted out the door

As the day crept into evening the Queen grew worried about her love
She called for the Prince and Princess to gather up their stuff
"To the chamber of your Daddy" she directed her royal offspring
(Who little did she know had become the coughing killing king)

They walked along the corridor of marble statues smooth and cold
They passed kitchens and the galleries, passed fountains made of gold
They hurried by the soldiers who were trained to dance and sing
Eventually reached the chambers of the lethally lovely king

"You were unwell how are you feeling?" The Queen asked her husband king
But the king had got amnesia, he couldn't remember a single thing
"I appear to be completely cured," he said "Thanks to Dr Fanny"
"Oh that's lovely dear," the poor Queen soothed, "Now have you seen dear granny?"

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