Good Michael the almost king, nose held up high
A bit of an ego but not a bad guy
From the highest tall balcony shouting decrees
Or spying on enemy castles to seize
Sitting down to his Feast of The Commonwealth
A man of the people, he cooked it himself!
Clapping twice fast once his plate was cleared
Calling for a jester but no one appeared
Plotting the future he sat there alone…
All he lacked was a palace, crown, kingdom, and throne