An Orcish orchestra played for their queen
As she sat on her throne eating the spleen
Of the goblin assassin who tried to take her life.
‘Oh, this melodic din shall free me from the strife
‘Of the little brute who tried to get at me
I’m going to enjoy eating him for my tea.’
The cacophonic encore reached its heady heights
As the queen demanded, ‘You’ll play through the night.’
Those orc musicians groaned and despaired
As a riotous symphony filled the air.
The Orcish Queen picked gristle from her teeth with a dagger,
Then rose to her feet and danced with a swagger.