[Poem] The debtor King, or: How the TTT will fall

The Debtor King, or: How the TTT will fall

A king sits in his ruling chamber for all to see.
“And why should a payment to sit be asked of me!”

A king drinks of wine with many men a merry.
“Speak not to me of unpaid debts, my patience grows weary!”

A king places a crown of gold atop a countenance of woe.
“Id sooner hang you from the battlements than pay what I owe!”

But as the courtesy of his creditors is by degrees fading,
In the window with worried brow shall he be sitting,
As there would be no further dallying with canon ball thunder,
Or stopping many hands toiling to tear the walls asunder!

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