The night Ole Troy died,
I witnessed fools in motley,
wearing whorish paint.
The whores were oh so costly.
The night was bitter cold.
The north wind came to call;
Jackets and scarves were worn tightly.
And Troy, had all the girls in thrall.
On that night of knights,
fools danced with broken whores.
The robots tried to laugh.
The robots tried to score.
The wolf and I
hid behind the seat.
We watched Troy drink
and tried not to make a peep.
There was the fragile whore
with thighs covered virgin blood.
She had a broken brain
and an inky soul of sludge.
Troy drained his beer,
hiding it down low.
I thought I might like to laugh,
but then the whores would surely know.
We feared the queen;
the queen in emerald green.
The dragon riding tyrant.
The matron made obscene.
The queen saw it all.
She knew what others thought.
We never looked at her
for fear of being caught.
Through child windows
ole Troy outside crept;
Up to the dragon’s back
to await the touch of Death.
The maiden flashed her eyes,
promising Troy her precious virtue.
Troy would accept the gift,
whispering, “I promise not to hurt you”.
The maiden fair
was a green-eyed fiend.
Who at Troy’s end,
chose to flee the scene.
The queen, she steered her dragon.
Troy, he set his feet.
And to another dragon,
Troy’s plan was to leap.
But, the queen was holding court.
The whores, they came to bleed.
The motley fools were there.
They spilled their foolish seed.
Troy was up there all alone.
The queen’s court called for his return.
The north wind cut like razors.
Troy was unconcerned.
As Troy chose to leap,
his foot slipped. He fell.
And as one might expect,
he broke his head like Humpty’s shell.
He was rolling in the street,
screaming incoherent words.
The queen’s court gathered round,
depressed and deceivingly disturbed.
I kept ole Troy’s secret.
The foolish whores simply cried.
The fools, they danced and capered
including the foolish bride.
The queen, the whore, and the maiden fair;
all approached him truly scared.
They thought they might give the fallen help,
but instead, they stood and stared.
Troy was ever the knight of nights.
For him, all the maidens sighed.
Yet, at the very end,
still Prince Charming died.
Koyotee Laughing 