A Royal Burial!

Down, falls as corpse from throne, 

A genuine body, of which is the soul 

At the ebb of  migrating to eternity.

The soul very rightful with its body 

Legitimate stood straight for the welfare 

Of Nature’s inhabitants, inert and alert.

 The ones that enjoyed the highest collection

Of assiduous concern,
Which that personality has maintained

 For his beloved lovely progeny is,

As always,the witty astute shrewd  man.

Procured the Time Manager,

The articles required; 

Assembled them and positioned

In places apposite, for a royal burial

Of the priceless expiring body, 

With commendable honour.

On observing  the rites and rituals,

Keeps ready, the manager Time,

A well-built coffin to cremate

 The massive twelve feet  two O sixteen

And is going to enthrone gracefully
As the ruler of ours two O seventeen.