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An evening at the fairOn a dreary eve to the fair i went, with minimal delight To be rounded up like bovine, below the scolding light To guffaw at undesirables, a bearded lady luck Was surplus to amusement, in my manor i wish I'd stuckAn evening at the fair
Where the scent of priveleged gentlemen would drift upon the breeze And the modest sun blessed blue bells, would dance upon the leys As a boy of ten i knew the will, of the rustic red brick walls to keep elegance from envious eyes, and gypsies from our door's
Blood it dwarfs the grandest wealth, my mother defiant did state In her guilt this lonely utterance did tear
by ~ApennyDreadful
Her Majesties MaidBelow the rubble of kingdom lied a beaten king, tormented and tortured by her majesties maidHer Majesties Maid
From riches to rags he kindly went, indulging in romantic scent of the slums
to know deceit, the queen would perish, her legacy a green bellied toad
The serpant skin of a lesser woman, put the jewel in his crown, and the nail in his coffin
In the derelict celler, his vows died a forbidden death, as shameful as treason, but death was delight
8PM, supper time. The grandfather clock told the tale of foulplay.
The cordial chime to an expectant waiter, bacame the fabled hymn of
by ~ApennyDreadful
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