Mauritz Frankel, Deportee Regnant

Bellicose Island -- 3 miles square
And just off a reef with a hunger for hull steel
That keeps ships and the magistrates longitudes away
From the kingdom of Mauritz --
Too good to be real, and yet so.
One old brown wife and a young one,
He his own priest and governor too.
Dentist and doctor?  Yes,
And though his teeth fall out
Litter the floor, get swept to the yard
For chicks to peck at and scratch
Not one could say he's not a king
Fire-bright with sweat and palm whiskey,
Entertaining no further appeal.