Doubling rice with every square on the chessboard,
A bridge across the broad swell requested by the Lord,
Which that seated princeling in pleated silver peacocks drawn
Could stare toward in regal, dawn-drawn boredom,
Knowing his contrivance is the best in this quarter, reportedly.
Afterward, best pleased, talk turns to amounts,
It’ll take the Emperor’s court eunuchs a fortnight to count;
More rice than the whole kingdom contains
Crunching in my mouth.
Alchemisland 
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