005 • Courtiers
Each evening the King of Kowloon
Egests, from his gullet, a prune.
His courtiers compete
As they crouch at his feet
To flick it away with a spoon.
There may well not be a King of Kowloon at present; but anywhere, any time, you’ll find entitled hierarchies demeaning the grovelling lowerarchy. That’s what we’re investigating in this piece.
4 thoughts on “005 • Courtiers”
This made me cackle gleefully and wish I had a prune spoon next to the runcible spoon in my cutlery collection.
I wish you luck finding such a spoon – and a potentate with appropriate digestive idiosyncracies – so you may practise the courtly ritual delineated in the poem.
This one made me larf. 🙂
Thanks, glad to hear it – but I wonder who is laughing more in the world of the rhyme? ‘The head that wears the crown laughs longest’, as the poet saith.