The Pompous King

There once was a pompous King
Who strutted his stuff with his posse
His homies jumped at his slightest whim
The sight of which was quite gross(e)

The King was all bluster and thunder
He looked to heaven, his feet was stuck down under
He loved to huff, oh he loved to puff
Alas, his enemies were made of way stronger stuff

Until one day he hatched a scheme
To fight them on his own turf
So he lured them in, he sold them dreams
And he almost sold them on his bluff

He said, we must find the greatest king of all
And answer the question, once in for all
The greatest king is the greatest warrior
So, we need to fight, on the floor

The kings came, and the nobles and courtiers
Also came the old emperor
The floor was set, the rules were set
And the common folk, all started to bet

They all fought like dragons and thunder
The common folks sat tranced in wonder
With their swords, knives, spears and arrows
Heads rolled like parisian gallows

Three days and nights the heavens rent
Until it seemed like all were spent
The King, it seemed, had got his way
Oops, the emperor had not yet had his say

The emperor, and old man,
Had earned his age
Had seen many a battle
And lived to tell the tale

He said...

Pompous king is right I think
That we need to find the greatest king
But tell me royals, tell me commons
who really is the greatest king?

Is it the fighter, the warrior
Who let his weapons do the talking?
I am just a simple spirit, a lover
Who lets his love do the walking?

At this the crowd erupted, the royals roared
You are our emperor, they said
You are greater than all the kings
Your words have truth, the fight is dead

At once there was the sound of an ugly roar
'twas the king who couldn't take it anymore
He ran away, deep into the forest
Never to be seen, forever... no more