the king of elsewhere
is in a corner
of his bedchamber
my love's forever
though i'll be never
said he in ponder
my life is sweeter
and much more somber
than it's been bitter
what shall i tell her
so she'll remember
her dear old lover
he thought it wiser
that lips are better
when they are meager
so did she enter
into his chamber
in such his manner
when tears did utter
the words far eager
of this king-lover