There once was a man,
Who lived poorly,
But dreamt of being King.
Day after day, he spoke to the walls,
As if they were his subjects.
Bring me wine,
Bring me food,
He said
But no wine came,
No food came,
No one came either
Till one day,
The man passed away,
Still dreaming of becoming King,
Yet still no one cared
tt, my frens, was my first attempt at writing a poem, a poor one, surely..but wad the heck, still an attempt...so..suan me if u want to.. i can take it. LOLZ!!
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