Poems

[orion119net]

The king
is dead
thats what
they said
no more
he treads
upon
my head
and eats
my bread
and takes
my bed
and steals
my wed
no more
he's fed
Thank
you God
the King
is dead!

[Fanatic]

oh,
king,
you shouldn't
have died.
Thy heart is
a flame
warm
inviting.
Invite guest over
you treat him well.
Treat me good.
(What about the farmers?)