the willow woman wailed.
She said "My dear, oh deary me.
You must tell me your tale!"
I said "Well give me tuppence half a -"
She said "Nay! I'll give thee half a crown
to hear the sullen story behind that dead set frown."
I didnt see the point in half a crown or throne.
I didnt see the point in ruling half alone,
but sombrely I stood and regaled in baritone
the reason for my sombreness
that had thus surely grown.
I cleared my throat before confirming
in the cold harsh light of day
that those I give my heart to
just wont give theres away.
I pondered quite dumbfounded
"Just what do I do wrong?"
The woman grasped my hand and said
"They werent right all along."
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