The King

By Phil Gioldasis
You see now what you ought to see so.
Listen to me under this oath tyranny.
Upon this you have much time a triumph
As blazes of a grate full of fireworks
Since the fourth July a sign his birth
I as is briefly mention royal favorite
For he spent forty days in the desert.
Ah suppressed wisdom lies hoping not.
But truth hides these shameful facts.
That a King should fall and die before
For as like twelve days later to claim
For the heir have thus seemed adherent
To subtract twice a temptation symbol.
For like an ashlar to mold while thus.
Spending twice as much the truth seen.
It is a number thus of a women civil.
And a wise man trunk a double bottom.
But lies dissolved with greatness aim.
For money is good.
And a King to proclaim its rules