Pity on the King

Poor King:
You sat up high,
you held untouched;
Everything had gleamed and glistened.

Poor thing:
Your gold stood tall,
and silver sat strong;
Everything rang when listened.

Sad King:
Goblets gulped full,
platters played plenty;
Everything swelled well-fed.

Sad thing:
Robes were rubied,
gauntlets were gold;
Everything had colour it bled.

Cry King:
Stables stood supple,
gardens grew green;
Everything a small tip-touch.

Cry thing:
Maidens made waiting,
scrumpets soon sampled;
Everything simple as such.

Frown King:
Sheets of satin silks,
blankets brimming comfort;
Everything a sweet, cotton cloud.

Frown thing:
Youth within your wallet,
beauty bound in  purse;
Everything sparkles so splendid.

So King:
Are you happy?
noel burk© 2004