Platitude Soup

Curiosity sat next to the dead cat While the horse wouldn’t be lead to water A camel did cry looking through the needle eye Henry the VIII had another daughter A moss-less stone at a glass house was thrown And the King thought he looked so cute Then a little boy who was rude told him he stood nude Dressed in Lady Godiva’s old riding suit One good turn came back in return Because they deserved one another Oedipus Rex lived a life so complex Having married his very own mother The moral of the story for every girl and every boy Often gets lost in the shuffle But there once was a tale I don’t remember so well About it having to be dark to grow a good truffle