The Odd Banquet

There once was a banquet.

Many had come afar.

There were dancers, games, people doing wonders.

There was even a boy with his guitar.

The party was long

For it lasted from noon until night;

Having merry hearts,

Never wanting the music to stop

Until suddenly,

The king fell from his throne.

Cur-plop!

The guest screamed

For fret of the life of the king,

For they loved him,

Not wanting to see him go.

Though the news was assure,

Which was such injurious

The king was dead,

And the party felt curious

To whom the life of the king now owns.

Questioning eyes,

Questioning lies began, too much for just one night.

Though never knowing

The joker was the one

Who'd killed the king,

Concealing his act

In the dead of deep night