all my best to the king and jester
My dearest, dearest friends.
All my best to the king and jester,
that unsaved seat they offered to me.
Behaving smartly and kidding around,
just exactly as clownmen should be.
Not lording it over, nor undershooting my roost
when I'm gable and gullible and glibly gleaned...
No promise of perfection; no admirable park;
just that miniscule extra little bit of a boost.
Hear that crotchety voice in your vice-domed head
that says hey, why not, let the four-letters loose?
And now, despite all sense of maturity's precaution,
hey, you know what - fuck 'em up, you silly goose.