Lebron James was king

Tho’ he ne’er wore crown;

In quest of a ring,

He’s left his home town.

His subjects are sad,

Many, heartbroken;

For Lebron the Bad

Left them no token -

Not even a call,

No curtsey or bow -

No, nothing at all

But mem’ries of how

One joyful spirit

Presided o’er games.

Sad triumvirate

Of Bosh, Wade and James!

Unholy power!

Shadowed by a curse:

Losing will be sour,

Winning will be worse.