The Mad King
.whisper in my ear
don't let the king hear
he wears his crown
upside down
we all can see
the court stands around
he picks his nose with a royal flair
then he smears it in his hair
the court tries not to make a sound
they know he is not all there
that is why he acts a clown (C) MJR 2010
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