The king spoke loud and clear
He said, Hit me up
To all the friend he held dear.
He was furious
When the message spread to more,
All who were curious
Crossed the globe to hear his lore.
Some brought scarlet roses
Others thought they’d find a cure,
As they gathered like a tornado
The crowd became a blur.
The king got a riot
When all he wanted was to hang,
He would’ve preferred a whimper
But his message inspired a bang.
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