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There once lived a ruler whose skin was so thin,
That none of his subjects could even begin,
To open their mouths without hurting his pride,
But such is the issue with having no hide.

He reigned from his castle, so fine were its halls,
But nothing compared to it’s great, giant walls,
They kept out the critics, dissenters at bay,
And so the mean King mostly got his own way.

Once during battle the head knight made suggest,
The war might be won if his men had some rest,
Off with his head!” the king let out with a cry, 
How dare a mere man criticise one like I.

And off went his head, with a thump.

-

The same fate for the barber called for a shave,
Whose head was sent flying, the rest to the grave,
His crime was quite minor for all that he said;
Might our great king want a new style for his head?

The queen was convinced she would come to no harm,
But then one spring day, to her great alarm,
She found herself waiting for head to depart,
For simply suggesting that he might have more heart.

So too went the tailor whose robes made him fat,
Court poet and jester for trifles went splat,
Off with tall heir heads!” the great baby did shout,
How dare mere attendants make one like I pout!

And off went their heads, with a thump.

-

As soldiers and servants began to run thin,
Soon it was just the chief axeman and him,
And as his court emptied, the king felt alone,
His grumbles and whining rebounding on stone.

The stables untended and walls without guard,
His gardens unkempt, his horse loose in the yard,
With no one to shout at he ventured out past,
The very high walls that had so far held fast.

For why should he worry, after all he was king,
But just to be prudent, my axeman I’ll bring.”
And so left his highness with enforcer close by,
To find some more people to keep under eye.

Perhaps some heads would roll, with a thump.

-

As the pair walked, they came to the town,
The king’s head held high, to show off his gold crown,
But without his henchmen, his archers or knights,
When people saw him they whooped in delight.

The crowd grabbed the king and marched right to the square,
The place where so many necks had been laid bare,
Now off with his head!” they all shouted with glee,
For when he is gone we all shall be free.

They forced the king down, put his neck between blocks,
The people then threw rotten fruit and some rocks,
“Stop, won’t you my people? I’m king, it’s not fair!
It was you” they replied, “who caused US such despair!”

And the crowd held their breath, for the thump.

-

As the king pleaded, shouted curses and wept,
His axeman just smiled, the king’s gaze now he kept,
That knight was my cousin, the tailor my friend,
Because of your tantrums, their lives you did end.

It took only moments, a swish and a lop,
Through thin royal neck the sharp axe did go chop,
The crowd all let out a big sigh of relief,
Gone was the tyrant who caused so much grief.

And off went his head, with a cheer.

-

And so my dear reader, sometimes you can tell,
How good your King is by how badly or well,
He treats his subjects, even lesser than you,
This goes for both king, queen and President too.

D. C. Cavalleri

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