Once upon a time lived a brute king
Who looked upon his people as play things
Think think, and he had a great scheme
Oh, but how it was so very mean
Alas the ones accused of a crime
Would blindly pick death, or there life-line
Two doors laid upon the man
Containing a tiger and bride hotter than a frying pan.
A handsome mortal was the king’s pick .
Accused of an affair with the princess chick.
From afar sat the royal lady.
Knowing something quite so shady.
How she despised the likely bride
Yet would she let her lover be left to homocide?