inscriptions

all the riches
in the world
could not make the king
sing

all the beauties
(there were so many)
those who flocked
in their frocks
so pretty
could not say
it was they
to make him
happy

all the sights
that his eyes
could delight
could not set the king
right

oh my course
on my horse
to nowhere
am so lost

and all the physicians
wise wisemans
deep in discussions
agreed that he
who's so free
should not be.

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