The King's Tavern
A lustful gaze for a slice of bread
The blacksmiths friends rose to acquaintances
But a chance summon gave the smith faith
Upon an opulent ship, a ball took place
A glimpse of fortune, flattery required
To lords and ladies with their depraved desires
Under contorted faces to which they admired
A vital parley with hopes to hire
As the hours shifted to a twilight sky
The smith's pockets would begin to bleed dry
The ship docked on the city shore
But the lords were amused, inviting him for more
An esteemed tavern foretold a paradise within
The king's daughter even asked the smith to join her in
As few fair maidens, the lords burdened the hefty sum
The smith's pockets, now filled with none
A fortune paid for a vile serenade
On the round table where viler nobility stayed
The smith pondered if it were witch or will
To why his old friends now spoiled in facile thrill
The king's daughter begged the smith for mead
How delusioned must aristocracy be
For he had no wealth nor lands, unlike she
Who entered the tavern for not a penny
The smith had enough; his wrath eclipsed the round table
He demanded to know why such a common place was mentioned in fables
The nobles praised its' wealthy prestige
And told the smith he was here for their tease
As he could never sit upon their round table of lies
For they will remember the skin where his dirtied rags reside
A fortune paid for a vile serenade
The round table where viler nobility stayed
The blacksmiths friends rose to acquaintances
But a chance summon gave the smith faith
Upon an opulent ship, a ball took place
A glimpse of fortune, flattery required
To lords and ladies with their depraved desires
Under contorted faces to which they admired
A vital parley with hopes to hire
As the hours shifted to a twilight sky
The smith's pockets would begin to bleed dry
The ship docked on the city shore
But the lords were amused, inviting him for more
An esteemed tavern foretold a paradise within
The king's daughter even asked the smith to join her in
As few fair maidens, the lords burdened the hefty sum
The smith's pockets, now filled with none
A fortune paid for a vile serenade
On the round table where viler nobility stayed
The smith pondered if it were witch or will
To why his old friends now spoiled in facile thrill
The king's daughter begged the smith for mead
How delusioned must aristocracy be
For he had no wealth nor lands, unlike she
Who entered the tavern for not a penny
The smith had enough; his wrath eclipsed the round table
He demanded to know why such a common place was mentioned in fables
The nobles praised its' wealthy prestige
And told the smith he was here for their tease
As he could never sit upon their round table of lies
For they will remember the skin where his dirtied rags reside
A fortune paid for a vile serenade
The round table where viler nobility stayed
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Writer(s): Nathaniel Gardner
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