King Robert of House Baratheon,
Was a fine young man once upon a time.
But as age took its toll and grief engulfed him,
For the kingdom that he fought for, he stopped giving a dime.
King Robert of King's Landing,
Used to have a beautiful wife named Cersei.
Not that he ever cared for her, he never did love her,
For mourning for the dead Lyanna, he was too busy.
King Robert the poor old man,
Who used hunting to hide his depression,
Tried to kill a boar and failed miserably,
The evil queen Cersei and her wine had won.
King Robert now lies on his death bed,
Staring the Grim Reaper in his eyes.
The poor soul, he does not know,
The son he so adores, is his brother-in-law's and wife's.
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