Your Holiness, Most Graciousness, thing of ma jig
I was minding my own business see I had this gig
He slurred and stuttered with an odorous belch
Not caring he was surrounded by king and wealth
When suddenly these dastardly dudes took offense
Beat me about the head until I almost lost sense
I was honoring you my Lord with my every word
Meeeeeeeee insulting you is toadly, toatle, totally absurd
Your Honor I humbly for my supper do I sing
In the tavern cross by the trees and the fairy rings
If you would spare me my sometimes simple head
I will sing for you so royally you will not wish me dead
A contest entry
- The King's Throne! by Bionic Poet.
450 points, ended August 31, 2008, 9 entries
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I will let you live and let you go free,
If you do this one thing for me.
You must do it and act like you care,
You must dance in your pink underwear! (which I know you have hidden in the back of your drawer) -
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My righteousness king do not let anger fester
I will gladly be your lowly devoted court jester
I will dance and sing for you as the birds in the trees
I will even drink no more, okay less, if you it will please
About my pink bloomers how did you know
I didn’t realize they had began to show
So let us make merry and get on with the dance
Gonna make this real good incase its my last chance
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Very well, you can live to make yeast,
With bread at my feast.
And when you boogie, without your pants,
It will be to the Bionic boogie dance! -
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The dance of which you speak is well done by me
But first may I be excused I really, really got to peee
I’ll return with a quickness to let us make that bread
For I never want to hear the words chop of his head
Thank you so very much Oh Omnipeyeness one
Your kindness and generosity has made me undone
For the sparing of my head I will always sing true
Of your greatness, gloriousness, extrodinariousness,
Just to name a few
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