A Pauper to a Peasant King

			
A pauper to a peasant king:
“’Tis common knowledge, sire,
No prince resides within this ring,
In this you are no liar.
A dead queen, and two dead heirs,
My king, what is to come?
Do you gamble with a dare?
A plan, it seems, is none.”
A peasant king to a pauper:
“Ah yes,” he said, “’Tis true.
A king without a prince I am
But is this not enough?”
The peasant took those words and thought
And soon revealed his mind:
“Was all your building all for naught?”
The king replied in kind:
“Of course it’s true my head will fall.
This, too, is true of you.
But while we have a kingdom tall
Be well! Be well! Kind shrew”