There was a villain of a sorts,
who caused great mischeif and cohorts.
His scheming mind, all so malevolent
in which case morals were irrevelant,
had notions of a pleasent frolick
that gave some little infants colick.
It was the King's feast and it was there,
he offered lady fair a chair,
and when she sat it wasn't there!
While he placed a poisonous bug in her hair.
Now here it was just dreaded fate
that the bug should fall upon her plate,
and all this while she greedily ate,
that swinging wide was the palace gate,
with pale departing guests.
It was a bug of bulbous proportions,
mutated with various distortions,
it's legs in much too large bodily portions,
the sight of it causing great cohortions.
It skidded, skuttled, skipped, and stalked,
across the table cloth it walked
until it slipping, shivering, slipping, sliding,
stepping, slithering, stooping, gliding,
on black dragonfly wings began to rise,
before the King's immense suprise,
and stung him in the eyes.
He screamed and slapped the Queen in the face,
who swung at him an army mace,
which missed his head and hit a vase,
which fell at an alarming pace
and hit the Jester's balding dome,
as his bloody mouth began to foam.
As it seemed well deemed,
the princess screamed,
the prince's head fell in his soup.
And such a ruckus did all make,
came marching up the army's troops.
Who threw at it many arrows and spears,
but never did any one weapon come near.
Till finally with one triumphant cry,
some one sprayed it will Lysol and it DIED.
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Submission Name: LYSOL TRIUMPHANT
