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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Special Note: This poem is a satrical piece about working at a certain fast food restaurant. ------- The blackened moat surrounds the scene; The castle gently rests; The crown is in its rightful place, Inside the emerald chest. So all is well and all is fair, Until a servant spots A lonely mav'rick at the gate That's followed by the flock. The lobbyists are mounting as Rebellious tensions rise; But if they want to gain their own, Then they must read the skies. The skies hold every answer that Can help them make the choice; The able ears that guard the front Will have to hear each voice. They all cry out the same demand: "The crown and nothing more!" Their countenance was of revolt: "Prepare, you pigs, for war!" The servant runs to tell the knights Who then inform the king; "If it's a war they really want, Then war they shall receive." "Remove the weapons from the fire And arm yourselves with them! We'll fight until the sun is gone! Or nay! We'll fight to there'nd beyond. Until their blood's condemned! The battle then ignites; The army bravely fights From flesh to steel. "No vic'try till The rush has left our sights!" The knights are off the mound. The front is losing ground. "I have a plan," So says a man. "Let's give them all a crown." The project seems to please The over-cherished pleas. "Alright, set forth Your mystic course And bring them to our knees." The smith begins to realize The wishes of his lord, He forges crown to phony crown And gives away the horde. The renegades are backing down And holding up their blades; "It's almost like they didn't plan On making any trades." "It seems as if they only want To feel as though they won; Will they not know the falsery And think the battle's done?" "Please, your highness, do not fret; This happens everywhere Supposed lions always bite Before they 'come aware." And so the war is now complete, The castle, unopposed; And after all is put away, We hang this banner: "Closed".
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