The court's necromancer has summoned up
Five poets of whom the King's heard
And ordered them to write poems in praise
Of the King's new palace. It's not going well.
Two of the poets are visiting the dungeon;
Another is covered in ink and is trying
To stab the forth with the small knife
He uses to sharpen quills. The fifth
Says death has destroyed his ability
To rhyme but given him great facility
With numbers; he offers to audit
The kingdom's books.
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