A Common Recreation

The King and his Scones

by Dhania 

Distant sounds of lapping waves,

Yet inside the castle, there be slaves,

Working for money to feed their frail bodies,

Absolutely no time for performing their hobbies,

All in this castle which stood over water,

Which a king, fat and lazy ruled,

Along with his daughter.

The king, fat and proud, sits on his gold throne,

As women from his kingdom start feeding him scones.

He laughs, crumbs flying, which make the women scowl,

“Ah, such a rude king!” one says,

 And each one of them scowls.

So the women slave on,

And the slaves do their work,

While the lazy king sits,

Not a move, not a jerk.

He stares lazily at the view before him,

Clouds in his mind, ah, what was he thinking?

He imagined a world, about him and his land,

But was it just him,

Or was something sinking?

He opened his eyes,

That lazy, fat king,

And heard the slaves cry

And the maidens scream.

His daughter ran across the yard,

Shrieking in grief,

Yet the king did not know what was happening.

He did his best to stand,

To flee from his home,

Yet something was wrong,

He could not rise from his throne!

He shouted for help,

And pleaded in shame

Yet nothing had stirred,

And nobody came.

So the king sat in his throne,

Lonely, and in pain,

As the water rose fast,

And ended his reign.

But the king closed his eyes, and imagined again,

A world about him, and all of his land.

And maybe in his next life, he would obtain the chance once more,

But he would stay away from the ocean,

And leave it and its shore.

And that is the story of the lazy king and his throne,

And how he could not stand up,

Because of all of those scones.

Yet he had forgotten one last thing,

As he was quite obnoxious,

The king should not eat too many scones,

Or things might get noxious.