Who Wrote This Song

Who wrote this song? The king commanded. I lied through my teeth, when he demanded. I knew if he hated it, it would be off with my head. So I gave my sister full credit instead. Will you be my official songwriter? He asked with discourse. I was shocked and horrified, mad at myself, of course. I’d rather you chose my sister, she said, she’s the writer. He gave me a sharp look, my girdle felt tighter. So you wrote it? He asked, staring a hole through me. I admitted I did, thinking he looked like Simon LeGree. Off with your head, he said, as I began crying. It is your punishment for standing there, lying.