No longer funny
Now that I've no money,
You said I'm a monkey,
You now think it's funny,
But it's no way funky.
You said I'm a donkey,
That's no longer swankie,
'Cos you're now a bunny,
Im no longer hunny.
But when I had money,
I was then a honey,
We went on journeys,
Needing no attorneys.
You left without warning,
I now cry each morning
I'm now good for scorning,
With my heart now mourning.
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