The Cunning Fool's Sweet Surprise


United States
27° 56' 50.7912" N, 97° 12' 2.0916" W

Doubt, doubt, whine and pout
Sore, sore, because you know nothing anymore

Of course, of course, oh, fair, stubborn horse
Love, love, who wouldn’t love thee, fair as a dove?
Screaming, screaming, oh, the brat of which men having been dreaming
Lying, lying, about the things you’ve been buying
Sold, sold, it’s all for the gold
Men, men an army of, in your den

A shock, a shock, he gave you a literal rock
So funny, so funny, who’d actually marry you, honey?
Ciao, ciao, fat, saggy cow

Tis true, tis true, he left you
You lost, you lost, now who was tossed?
Broken, broken, with a chunk of junk as token

Fame, fame, now is the dame
A downright mockery
Right mockery
Mock- me


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