For the Limerick Contest

There once was a king named Bill

Who's father's shoes he couldn't fill

Every day he'd try them on

To find his feet had grown none

And to find himself tripping uphill

There once was a king named Matt

Poor Matt was extremely fat

When he would fall

It would take ten men to haul

Him back to where he sat

There once was a king named John

Who didn't fall asleep till dawn

All night he would stay up

Till it all became too much

And now at midnight he yawns

There once was a queen named Beth

Who had all these kings to put up with

One that tries on shoes

To one not sleeping his muse

It's no wonder she died an early death