Magic Ring
Magic Ring
(Limerick Suite)
One time there was an sour puss old king
he was wearing a big magic ring
tried to perform a trick
he was not very slick
ring lost its sparkle wouldn't do a thing
Now to play the fiddle was his goal
he tried to play the fiddle with soul
playing many foul notes
sounded like old farting goats
but the king thought he was on a roll
He liked country music very much
loved to hold the ladies in a clutch
a two step he did good
he would hallo and hoot
fell on his rear-end dropping his crutch
The Queen got hold of his magic ring
she called him a wild crazy old king
told him she had enough
keep his hands of her crotch
Queen used magic ring gave him a sting
Screaming in great pain the king did fold
begged the queen to stop he'll do as told
got back his magic ring
he gave the queen a sting
now they live happy, got very old
Erich J. Goller
copyright 9.26.2010
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