Far Away

Far Away, king drooling Not so, jester timidly asserts I decalre, king postures, the forest are my troops, Looking across his fickle following, Jesters swings a wooden axe screaming Love, sweet love King blows his nose from snuff and nicotine I declare Jester drops trough and shows a a true ruler Is 12 inches King spits phlegm sceaming I alone Jester shoves his ruler into the mouth of the queen Haven't seen nor heard of king no jester Only plenty of rhymes to suggest That there are neither Excepting one queen knocked up With funny babies