An (incomplete) Poem

Wrote it long ago, and just found it out in an ancient book :)... Mind you, it doesn't have an ending.. Been thinking of completing it soon, but it'll take a while... Oh, and the 6th, 7th and 8th stanzas are sort of trials... Only one of them are supposed to be selected, I suppose... Anyway, don't laugh at it too much...

King Michael was a mighty king,
Mighty as kings could be.
But the fact that puzzled him,
Was the buzzing of a bumble bee.

"Chancellor!" The King called out,
After many a sleepless night,
While wondering how the ungainly thing,
Had managed to achieve flight.

The Chancellor was a well built man,
As well built as large men go,
And every time his stomach moved,
This only went to show.

"Chancellor!" The King called out,
This time with all his might.
And the Chancellor at last arrived,
Panting, at his side.

"The bumble bee!" The King did cry,
"What a curious thing it is.
While wise men say it may not fly,
The bumble bee just passes by!"

The Chancellor went far wide,
Questioning many a man.
The Grand Vizier stayed by his side,
As they crossed o'er sea and land.

They travelled o'er land and sea.
They reached many a distant land.
The travelled on and on until,
Much of their time had spanned.

'Twas in this quest of knowledge great,
The Vizier by his side,
The Chancellor with wisdom great,
Had travelled far and wide.

Till at last it was they met a man,
Of knowledge wide, in a distant land,
With so much wisdom in his head,
That it flowed out with every word he said.