Far Away
Far Away, king drooling
Not so, jester timidly asserts
I decalre, king postures, the forest are my troops,
Looking across his fickle following,
Jesters swings a wooden axe screaming
Love, sweet love
King blows his nose from snuff and nicotine
I declare
Jester drops trough and shows a a true ruler
Is 12 inches
King spits phlegm sceaming I alone
Jester shoves his ruler into the mouth of the queen
Haven't seen nor heard of king no jester
Only plenty of rhymes to suggest
That there are neither
Excepting one queen knocked up
With funny babies
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