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Sirus

Through the creases of burnt Oakwood a story is told 
One king, Sirus, strong, willing, and bold 
Who took two steps on October the day 
And in his bed slept, honesty, so comfortably it lay 

A man who promised to love and uphold 
Who knew of such men disgrace he could withhold 
For also in his bed sleeps Jezebel 
Whom on fortnights her body she sells 

Why of such a man would he sin? 
What could he gain, what could he win 
For such a lovely wife he has 
They were so happy, at least we thought, as far as 

When the dear wife new of this 
She came to the Gods, and made a wish 
For Sirus to know of his wronging 
A time for the justice bell to be ringing 

Dear wife surprised young Sirus 
Looking in on the two in happiness 
“Good morning my sinners!” 
“I must invite you two to dinner” 

Sirus and Jezebel looked in dismay 
For what would Dear wife want of this day? 
They dined and ate 
For neither knew they were the bait 

And so the sun had gone down 
And plucked off Siruse's head went his crown 
“Excuse me dear wife I believe that is mine” 
Dear wife clutched his penis, “Aye yes and this was also mine you swine!” 

Sirus so outraged thrashed about making an awful quake 
And the candles that were lit fell, ablaze they did make 
Soon a fire lit with speed 
Such old wood what great fuel indeed 

And soon Sirus stood looking at his home 
A home so sweet, so freely he roamed 
And now puts his head in his hands after looking around 
For his foolishness burnt his kingdom to the ground! 

Poetry


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