Hacked King
Croaking and stroking,
joking and smoking,
he became a king,
he began taking,
while he was busy making,
and raking,
all around began shaking,
the plots to overthrow began cooking,
and around him caking,
he cracked after lot of baking,
and came tumbling down after poin blank hacking.
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