The Asylum

There once was a place for the folks who would write little poems and jokes. And the place had its rules both for smartbums and fools and for sheilas as well as for blokes. Came the time when they cracked down on crime handing out penal edicts of time, with each swipe of the tail they would put you in jail for the use of strange words or bad rhyme. Well, the inmates imagined the noose so they asked for some guidance from Zeus, but the word from above carried down by a dove was the shape of a hypotenuse. So the people were scared and they cried some went home to protect their own hide. But the ones who prevailed were repeatedly jailed there was talk of an upcoming tide. Then one morning they all heard the news, said the powers: 'No need for the blues, there will be strict control which will close the loophole, for the gander but not for the goose.' They explained it when shysters peeked in that equality would be a sin. That each person was made with the same carving blade but that some had a petulant chin. Well, that did it, at least it was clear there was never a reason to fear. Trust your monarch, my friend and you WILL in the end be rewarded and pampered, you hear?