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Once again Angel Sammys and and Teddys Pawetatonc have challenged us to write a poem about the picture
The tickets were hard to reach
Harder than finding an open spot on the beach
Security was tight: There would be no breach.
Because the king was giving a speech,
The anxious crowd filled the hall
Waiting for the king to answer the call
Then the lights dimmed and the king stood tall
Like a debutant at the ball
A hush fell over the room as they waited for him the speak
There was no word of the text not a peep
Before speaking the microphone gave a tiny feedback beep
Then the King spoke in barely a squeak
The crowd leaned forward so they could hear
A speech which could barely be heard if you were near
In the back a broken microphone was their fear
Then realized they would need a forty inch Miracle Ear
The ones who could hear in front found the king to be a bore
As he prattled on about today’s Wordle score
Some put their heads down and began to snore
While others hoped to sneak out the guarded door
He talked about his love of simple math
His plans for a London production of an all drag musical version of the Grapes of Wrath
He described in great detail the model battleships he played with in his bath.
And then his obsession with his nanny’s breasts causing those who could hear to fear he was a psychopath
The audience realized they had no choice
But to stay until the King got in his Rolls Royce
For, with a mute Liberian and narcoleptic DMV worker he would have a dull ménage a trios
The audience was left to wonder if the King had nothing to say or no voice
