The King

Some ancient king

From rich couch

Set out to the country where Plutone is the king.

If simpler to say – he dead.

And as it was at ancient ages, he came to the Court in the Underworld

He was being asked “What was you? And where was you born?”

I was born in Persia  and was The King

But as I had a weak health

I ruled my country not myself

I passed all matters to my secretary.

“ What did you do yourself?” “I drank, ate and slept,

And signed all papers, which my secretary gave me.”

“Harry up him to the Paradise!” “ How! Where is the Justice?”

Mercury rushed say, forgot all politless,

“Oh, brother” – answered Eak-

“Don’t see you the matter?” “The deceased was fool!”

And what would be by his Power

If he made all matters unfortunately!

He would destroyed all Country!

And there were many tears!

So he has got to Paradise

Because he didn’t settle the matters.

Yesterday I was in Court and saw I a Jadge.

I think he will go to the Paradise!