The King and the Cripple
The king and the cripple all day.
Whilst awake they must make hay.
Men must allay; not dabble like the abbe.
Even if they make child's play,
the king and the cripple have cache,
for one other day's living' per se.
A king must be wary,
and with excellence must parry,
all the privileges thrown his way.
Like the lame use crutches to stay,
upright; both need to sway.
But when men don't sway,
they stagnate long parts of the day,
including the parts that they just lay.
A minor comment may cause dismay;
these men, with great scope battery array,
need a push to stop dilly-dally with no allay.
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