The Odd Banquet
There once was a banquet.
Many had come afar.
There were dancers, games, people doing wonders.
There was even a boy with his guitar.
The party was long
For it lasted from noon until night;
Having merry hearts,
Never wanting the music to stop
Until suddenly,
The king fell from his throne.
Cur-plop!
The guest screamed
For fret of the life of the king,
For they loved him,
Not wanting to see him go.
Though the news was assure,
Which was such injurious
The king was dead,
And the party felt curious
To whom the life of the king now owns.
Questioning eyes,
Questioning lies began, too much for just one night.
Though never knowing
The joker was the one
Who'd killed the king,
Concealing his act
In the dead of deep night