in a khan kingdom,
a keen king and queen welcomes my quietness,
with a krestel on his shoulders,
we take a quick tour of their quarters,
a wise wizard with keratitis
kissed us with words of knowledge quite quiantly
as he wears a kitsch quilt,
we enter the wide kitchen
as the quasar woman cook
knishes, kielbasas, kohlrabies and kelp,
the king knavishly kidnaps a quishe,
momentarily, a wayfarer whispers to us that the quadrige awaits us,
we walk downstairs,
on the way to the wagon,
i see a few of his kindred having a kaffeeklatsch,
his wife wed our quest
as we wonder to a karate,
the worthy knights kick and quarrel,
pinpointing moves to cause kyphosis,
next we went to a wall
where keglers played with quartz,
we quickly quain through the westlands
where waifs and the queers were,
they respected the king
but had quirulous faces as the wagon was past them,
we with dispatch approach a quagmire
where kakas and wildcats and koalas and karakuls
and weasels and weevils,
i watch a wasp waylay a katydid
til my eyes wisk upon the king's wife,
her figure wailed such quintessence
as her lips look so wet from the kanguat,
her kirtle wore kalmias that were so well-favored
as we wondered on, we came across a field of warrented workers
and kleptomanias,
the warden whipped some with a knout
as we found or way to another city,
we stop and walk to a kabuki
celebrating the king's kinship and kingship quadricentennial
as the kazoos and kettledrums wail,
the king and queen quixotically kiss,
after that we made our way back,
we stopped so the king could buy a present,
we saw wonderful structures made by kame and kaoline
in kilns that were kindle by kerosene,
women were also knitting with qiviut and weave,
i got some water and a wet wafer,
after dinner, the king took me to a whorehouse,
wangers quaff walnut wine
and gambled on keno,
the kinky women wildly kissed me,
you could say karma chosed it's way,
a wintry wind whirled,
a killjoy white man knifed the king,
before anybody could get to him, he runs,
before he leaves, a knot on his knuckle explodes,
a killick kissed the king's chest like a kamikaze,
killing him