Poem #49: Sing a Song of Sixpence [A Cautionary Tale]

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye,

the King thought he was right, and so did I

I presented research, the King succumbed, and so,

I had won the battle and the King ate crow. 

The King had lost his bragging rights, I was full of pleasure.

I said, "You're just and ass, so go and count your treasure."

I sauntered with the blackbirds to go hang up the clothes, 

they cursed me then with ignorance and pecked out my Knows. 

I was but now a simple maid with no erudition,

I sought the King of Blackbirds with a new petition. 

I promised ne'er to tease as I had teased before,

I asked him for my knowledge back, and he said "Nevermore."