The Last King of Denmark

Lives in Rotterdam

with his dog who loves fish

and thus smells rather

strongly of seafood

a bit past its date.

Or at least I suppose,

I have no way of knowing

though maybe I could ask

someone who does

But it all sounds

rather believable to me

so I’ll just tell it

as if it was true.

(note: this poem has nothing to do with the real current king of Denmark, Frederick X who does not live in Rotterdam, [which is not part of Denmark] and may or may not have a dog that may or may not eat fish)