A Royal Divorce
Was the maid really in the garden...
And did a blackbird really peck her nose
Or was she in the kings counting house...
Taking off her clothes
And do you really think the queen...
Would be eating bread and honey
Knowing that the king himself...
Was counting out his money
Did four and twenty blackbirds...
Really begin to sing
Knowing, they were baked in a pie...
And set before the king
The queen should have sung a song of sixpence...
With a pocket full of rye
And gave the king his dainty dish...
Then, kissed his butt...good-bye
~CFM~
7-18-2019
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2019
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