Some people want no kings
But I don’t think that’s proper
‘Cause when I feel hungry
I want to eat a Whopper.
I like Californian sports teams
And extra-roomy beds,
Good poker hands and Aragorn
And Starks who are also Neds.
A bunch of schools will have to change
Their mascots. Other things
Will cause unexpected results
If we really have no kings.
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The upside of the “6-7” trend
Is that it may show the unheralded end
Of kids saying “420-69”
Which makes me feel better than fine.
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Thanks to a heroic protest
With an anti-monarchical request
I’m happy to say
That as of today
No kings have, our freedom, transgressed.
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If you ask my pronouns
I’ll answer with a smile.
If you tell me yours
I’ll sprint at least a mile.
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Sunday evening ends.
Glitch in time. It’s Saturday.
Yay, quantum physics!
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Once, there were some evil kings
Who did a lot of evil things.
As times go, it was not pleasant.
Unfortunately, that time’s the present.
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Seven people liked my Checkers poem.
Five liked my poem about Chess.
Does this prove something about my readers?
Read the title, then hazard a guess.
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Chess is a game played on a board
Where you use wit and not a sword
To slay a king opposing yours
Instead of doing your daily chores.
The queen and rooks and pawns and knights
All run around and get in fights
To prove, once and for all, just who
Has nothing else better to do
Than read a hundred books about
Which piece is best to first move out
Or what series of moves will make concrete
The other colored king’s defeat.
It’s not a skill you learn in school.
It’s not a skill to make you cool
And yet Chess will outlive us all
So grab a board and have a ball!
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Need a scholarship?
Are you brown or female?
Still no, but congrats.
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