Tiny King Seamus
Nov 12th, 2012 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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He was the tiny king of the world’s smallest microdictatorship.
He referred to it as his island nation though it was really just seven-ninths of a square meter that was cordoned off in the vacant lot next to Baxter Park.
“Sing to me not of your troubled refrains and broken governments. We will not recognize your sovereignty until you recognize ours.” He always spouted such nonsense through the broken megaphone he carried with him like a scepter.
When they came to haul him off to the mental ward, they found that he’d appointed a rabid rottweiler as Minister of Defense.
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