There was was a man who called himself king
He treated his people as if they were nothing
One day a witch came from far away
But the cruel king turned her away
With the few moments in which they conversed
The witch left the king eternally cursed
No matter how much food the king inhaled
An itching of hunger would always prevail
The chefs were forced to cook feasts galore
But it was no use, the king just wanted more
The costs caused his country to go from rich to poor
He was forced to sell his daughter as if she were a whore
Until one day he disappeared like Houdini
He had eaten himself whole and that was fini
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I have no idea how you come up with these storylines and phrases. You always include this aspect of humour within your writing that I can never seem to describe. You use unique rhymes and vocabulary to tell the story. It keeps your writing extremely entertaining and distinguishable letting me know that Liath wrote this piece.
This is a wonderful use of words and rhythm! I did not know what to expect as I read this poem, however, I know that I was not expecting that ending. The descriptive vocabulary you used was impressive, and the creativity truly baffled me. Well done, Liath!