Poetic Justice

A good deed flashed
In his mind
Yet to be committed
Before the throne
And made him smile
With graceful pleasure
And joyous anticipation

A hefty servant strode up and
Slapped the frail prophet
The stout king laughed
At the curious antics
Of over-zealous servants
Always trying to please the throne
A wooden object


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