The story of sir gedderhead...

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The Story of Sir Gedderhead,
And the King so Nastily.
(lyrical)

Peeking out his window,
the king began to cry,
for since his mouth was open,
the rain was never dry.
And sitting on his throne,
his eyes filled with rage,
the king began to hate,
and so began to age.
But with a cry of defiance,
and a sniffle from his nose,
the king stood up,
but promptly began to doze.
“A mighty fist,” The peasants had said,
but the thieves had it made,
for the king was ever dying now,
and for medicine he bade.

From lands so faraway,
his belly a vast pouch,
Sir Gedderhead the Factious
appeared in a lumbering slouch.
Such a belly the people had never seen,
and began to wonder.
“How,” they asked, “Can a man so large,
a small bridge fit well under?”
And Sir Gedderhead,
sniffed and disregarded that,
wondered to a bridge asunder,
and promptly encompassed many with fat,
and killed dear Lady Horrunder.

The people shouted in a panic,
for Lady Horrunder was a manic,
As she was a very old romantic,
And the people were very frantic.
Sir Gedderhead was now removed,
and so he sniffed again,
now of him all disapproved,
and he belched as an antic.
They dumped him haughtily
into a cell,
and he retorted snottily,
as whenever his purpose was inquired,
Sir Gedderhead belched,
and roared gassy fire.
They had no idea
of what he bore,
for his journey here,
was surely not yet worn.

He was a seller of medicines,
of this he had no doubt -
he could cure the king,
or live forever,
although of money he was out.
He told this to the warden,
who promptly let him free,
and traveled to the king,
who drank a potion with glee.

“No!” said Sir Gedderhead, with some excitement,
“That is the wrong potion, sir;
it is a potion of indictment!
Now you will see things differently,
and surely without delightment!”
The king huffed and eyed the man,
and with a glint of corruption,
he blamed him everything,
and such was an eruption.
Angered and marred with poison,
the King stomped off,
and died in motion.

So it was the tale of Sir Gedderhead,
a tale of happy glee,
of how he killed Lady Horrunder,
and the King so nastily.