Young Writers Society

The King thumps in,
Headed for his throne. 
He gets off his feet 
With a heavy groan.

His piggy eyes 
Search the room.
Soon a farm animal
Will meet it's doom.

He's greedy and gross
and always complains.
He thinks he's the only one
Who feels any pains.

Ask him to lift a finger
And off with your head!
You'll work hard all day
While he lays in bed.

His lunch is brought in
On a silver platter.
It's amazing that he
Can get any fatter.

He eats and eats
and eats some more.
Soon his belly is
out the door!

His buttons are popping.
His pants are too tight.
His heart begins pounding.
His eyes burn with fright!

His body and face 
Begin to grow pink.
Suddenly, the room
is filled with a stink!

His pants start to rip
As a curly tail grows,
And hooves replace
His big, hairy toes!

With one final "oink!"
The trasformation's complete.
All that's left of the king
Is a pig in his seat.

The peasants cheer,
The tyrant is no more!
The whole town will have
Bacon galore!

The day is merry,
Threats of starvation are gone.
His throne and his crown
Are thrown on the lawn.

The King was so worried
That revolt would bring his end.
But, alas, his greed
Killed him instead.