Duke's Assasination | final version

The sweet Duke sat proudly on his throne
Putting his hands on his thighs to moan
He puffed and blew like an engine train
Sweet dukes are sometimes in such a vein

Lo and behold - a princess arrives
Long expected by Duke she all thrives
All round, pink and dressed in royal gown
Holding an apple, wearing a crown

In her belly hid against the eye
Was a grenade meant for this Duke guy
"It was a loud feast", so the court said
When Duke exploded and he was dead