He had consumed his own bathtub, brewed beer,
But, he brewed it with haste,
So, it had a strange taste,
Shampoo was what it tasted most near.
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The King of Colors presents,
To his colorless, subjugated peasants,
His colorful wealth,
That he hides not with stealth,
Like peacocks more than pheasants.
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