Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; I: On Dishonesty Arising From Ignorance

King Joris was a kind-eyed king,     A dear old, gentle, smiling thing;     But though by nature meek and mild,     Two things could drive him raving wild,     Dishonesty, its naughty ways; Ingratitude, its sting.     Now, in his court there was a man,     Jones, Royal Court Historian,     Whom Joris, the compassionate,     Had raised from very low estate,     Jones drove for movers, once, a van.     The king supplied all Jones could use:     Pens, ink and paper, clothing, shoes,     Food, money, facts, a desk all fixed,     Five hundred thousand words, well mixed,     And, what Id like to have, a Muse.     Jones set to work, but, poking round,     A package in his desk he found     Marked Punctuations, Use with Care,     And, looking in, discovered there     Of marks, best grade and mixed, a pound.     He used them! Not. alas! with care,     But sprinkled handfuls everywhere,     Threw commas into b,ut and th,at,     Poured points in ?Mer,!cy: s*e,e the c)at,     And rubbed a handful in his hair.     Alas! an Auditor austere     Took stock for Joris once a year!     Of all that precious, priceless pound     No punctuation could be found;     Excuses Joris would not hear!     The headsman with one skilful blow     Removed Joness head and shouted, So     Perish all traitors who would use     Our punctuation for shampoos,     Said Jones, and died, I did not know! Warning     Children: Think well of Joness fate     And learn, while young, to punctuate.