There once was a man named Kent, Whose objection to what his king meant,
Drove him to disguises,
And amazing surprises, In the stocks, gave him a stint.

A king once three daughters he had, Of these two were thoroughly bad.
They got his land,
Then by their hand, Slowly, he was driven mad.

Cordelia was as good as she could get, Of her inheritance her sisters wanted a bit,
France took her to wife,
And then there was strife,

When they took away the old kings kit.

Little Edmund an evil scheme hatched. With land and fortune, desired to be matched.
Between father and brother came dreadful strife
That ended up costing dear Edmund his life
But his remorse came too late, for Cordelia's fate was latched.

Brave sirs ande gentle damsels, I do beseech thee out of thy kinde and gentle mercies to Review!!! Especially if you didn't like it. Constructive criticism is very much sought after.

A/N. I've never studied poetry and am getting the form from other peoples limericks that are stuck in my brain, so please forgive any shortcomings in the technical department. I tried to make the first, second, and fifth lines rhyme with each other and lines three and four rhyme.