Guest Rox Posted July 20, 2004 Posted July 20, 2004 I didn't write this. I could have done and I wished I had done - but I didn't. The Friday farce, takes place each week at 4pm, when The great and the good put on their face And acquiesce again The puppet prince, he dances Made of wood and tangled strings His audience in trances Like a line of blinded kings The jester puts the coffee on The messenger is dead The deed agreed by everyone Upon the puppet's bed The Friday farce, takes place Each week at 4pm, when The great and good put on their face And acquiece again, and again and again
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