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The King of Mythical Endurance
Ate curry with his gilded spoon Whilst watching his court dancers Perform the ceremonies of the moon Four and twenty picked maidens Each chosen to his taste Each full breasted proudly With an hour glass waist The King of Mythical Endurance Dipped a biscuit in his tea While the dancers of the court Moved in links of three Bowing to His Majesty Bowing to His Queen Bowing to the courtiers Making up that palace scene The King of Mythical Endurance Barely suppressed his yawn For night had quickly passed To fast approaching dawn Dismissed those assembled With a gesture of his head And the master of his chamber Tucked him tightly up in bed The King of Mythical Endurance Slept soundly through the day While the attendants of his court Cleared all the mess away Labouring intensely Until all was sparkling bright For the next entertainment That very same night Vote for this poem
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