The lord of the realm seated at his majestic throne,
Alone.
Seeking solitude from the demands of state,
Pauses, searching for stillness.
For while he revels in this,
His exuberant role,
Commanding all, manoeuvring machinations,
Twists and subtleties of rule,
This moment of peaceful solace,
Brief, fleeting release,
Refreshes the energies in his soul divine.
His reverie is alas short-lived
As the court knave shatters the moment
Irreverent, uncaring, unrepentant
He Cries for the world to hear,
"Daddy, come out of the toilet."
copyright Pierre Nunns
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