Oinking, Viking, Yanking, Psyching or King Dumb

They tend to foul out – all about how they’re stout,
to plum rhums from Queen Mums some succumbing.
Yet wa-a-a-ay more remain in. (Note each thin single chin.)
Kismet must bring the kings we’ve got coming.

Alan King's cant unmasking. And Arthur – alas: king
of Camelot, kingdom ill-starr’d.
King Aroo. Kingsley Amis (the son’s also famous).
And King Agamemnon's soul-scarr’d.

King Bluetooth. King Babar. And Billie Jean King –
she whose challenger, Riggs, came a cropper.
And Jerusalem’s Baldwin (a king and a leper).
And Burger King, home of the Whopper.

King Cole (Nat or Ol’). And Kings Crab and Creole.
Chicken ala King (minus the cluckin’).
Coretta. King Cotton (those bolls still get rotten).
King Cobras -- those snakes keep on truckin.’



King David. King Donovan. (Don King deems Drumpf a fan.)
Ducking stools once were the thing.
Eurystheus, thoroughbred. Unraed King Ethelred.
Elvis! (The King’s still “The King.”)

King Faisal. King Features. King Friday. Farouk.
And the Fisher King: grails he’s still stalking.
Ghidorah. Gillette. King Gambrinus…? You bet!
Theoretical physicist Hawking.

King Herod. Hussein. Brit King Henry the Eighth,
whom Pope Clement the Seventh is irking.
The King and I. Idris. Riyadh's Ibn Saud:
Wee three kings. (Nope, your chain I’m not jerking.)

King John and King Jesus (once King of the Jews).
And that Bible we call the King James.
King Kaiser. Kong. King of Kings. Kamehameha.
(I’m not knocking – nor mocking -- these names.)



King of the Khybers (the Rifles, I mean).
And Larry. The Little King, too.
And Midas. And Morpheus. King Magazine.
And The Man Who Would Be ______. (You know who.)

King Nebuchadnezzar. King Neptune as well.
And Oberon, King of the Fairies.
And don’t forget England: they’ve more than their share.
(All those Georges and Edwards and Harrys.)

The King (Once and Future). And Kings over Tens.
Peking. And the King Porter Stomp.
And King Pleasure. Papaya King. Kingpins as well.
And the King of Pain (minus the pomp).

The King of Queens. Rollicking Rodney. King Ralph.
And Sky King. And King Solomon’s Mines.
King Tut. (Of course, Teddi King’s also a queen.)
And Brunello – the king of the wines.



There’s seeking and eeking. There’s peeking at freaking
King Ubu's monarchical mania.
There’s walking and talking. There’s calking. there's gawking 
at Zog who’s the king of Albania.

There’s irking and working. There's Dr. King, Jr.
There’s knocking and locking and docking.
There’s Vidor and Wamba, There’s Wenceslaus. (Good!)
There’s hocking and cocking and rocking.

There’s Xerxes and Yukon and Z and in Yellow.
(Which one of the four is heard barking...?)
There’s jacking and backing. There’s fracking and hacking
There’s quack-…but enough of my larking.

Picking kings we should get from this Kings Alphabet
bids “adieu!” to the new aristocracy.
Won’t you note ‘em, then vote…? Your support keeps afloat
our monarchical brand of democracy.