The fool's chance...

One day, atop a cliff, a stone
Underneath the summer sun, shone
Like a ruby on the crown of the late King Bone.

Red like a ruby, were the blood had spurt
Of the idiot king, who did blurt
Before his end: "All but me are dirt!"

A stone, not this one,
That weighed less than a tonne,
Whistled past...a job--in short--well done.

King Bone's head, was broke,
And with not one to tend, he was dead, the poor bloke!
(Note: The intended pun, was not just a lucky stroke.)

Aye! For the wretched kingdom,
Its head deep in debt's bum,
Was as penni-less as a deflated condom.

The people spoke in anagrams; the king, nonsense.
Starvation had their brains put in an e-class Benz,
And pushed off a cliff in the name of God 'Hoo-fils-sens'

The gods, overwhelmed by pity, cursing the destitution,
Sat together,and tried re-forming fortune's constitution,
And found the one way, which didn't end in universal destruction.

Thus it said: "A whistling stone, must break a bone."
And as the history books claim ( 'cause it can't be for sure known)
This caused no war, but the birth of the now obsolete phrase "Break a bone"

But, the meaning was grabbed by its nuts, by the town fool,
Whose brains had been knocked straight, thanks to the rule:
"To all, what happens to one", which upended any other into a nutty-drool.

He watched, silently, patiently--a stone in his hands:
The speech of the king and his prideful prance,
And then, at its end, he threw, and usurped his fool's stance.

Here the story ends,
Only to be spoken about now, in past tense,
That the one who threw the stone,
and killed King Bone,
Brought the kingdom back from foolishness,
but, alas! for perverted rules, lost himself in its absurdness.