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Caveat Emptor

His people were in mourning
For sad loss of their king
Killed by a cruel accident
A sad and terrible thing.
He'd been a Mighty Warrior
Swift and strong and brave
But now he lies consigned
To his far too early grave.

'Twas a gift from Queen Victoria
What went and did the deed
A great mahogany chair
Which he really didn't need
Hung in the rafters of his palace
Of wattle and daub and reed
For how did he say no
To his Empress Queen
Maybe cause a fuss
On the diplomatic scene.

So there he was
Just sitting there
When he got killed
By his falling chair
He'd forgotten a fact
Universally known
People in grass houses
  Shouldn't store thrones.

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