Revealed

Then all at once my genius is revealed,
A tattered bit of uninspiring fluff
That makes a desperate king cry, "Hold, enough!"
And registers as blood, brown and congealed.
My juvenile record has now been sealed,
So hardly anyone knows just how tough
My friends were, reckoning on threats and bluff
To strive, to seek, to find stuff in the field.

I yield the floor to my admiring foes:
They wonder how I've eaten all the socks
(They're made of chocolate), overcome the shocks
That flesh is heir to, and de-thorned the rose.
The answer (almost everybody knows)
Is that they fear me and my woolly flocks.