The Burden of a King
Ah, for a King`s burden.
The king of Norway
sat in his bathroom cleaning his fingernails
not for him to go see a manicurist
he might have more money than me, but is modest
about his inheritance
He had a shower looked in the mirror: am I fat?
thinking of taking up cycling, but thought
walking all the corridors in his castle would suffice
If outside people stopped and stared
The king hated small talk but after breakfast
an ambassador who would visit presents his credential,
say things like: Norway is a beautiful country
The king signed documents but wanted to watch TV.
The queen came in reminding him to change as there
was a great ball in the evening, he hated it
“can`t you say I`m ill?” the queen wouldn’t hear of it
She had been at the hairdresser, she liked festivities.
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