10-10-2009, 08:45 AM
It’s not appropriate for me to tell,
to blunder, to stumble around my words like this.
Why, I have no right to even report this;
after all, what the queen does is holy,
far holier than I.
But my sheer will, my blathering will,
has caught me up in all this gossip.
Oh, my, me, the jester,
reporting the queen’s affairs…
I wonder if she’ll catch on.
Oh, I doubt it;
I surely, surely doubt it;
she’s deaf in her right ear and in the mind.
No, I don't do rhyming poetry. Deal with it.
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