The queen of the land was really quite grand
Or at least she would like to pretend
She asked about fashion, which isn’t my passion,
In hoping I’d complimend
“How oft do you notice my bonnet, be truthful and honest,
Don’t worry at all you’ll offend.”
“As oft as never”, I said to be clever
Then sat back in my saddle and grinned
But panic ensued and suffering renewed
Before I realized that I had sinned
For clever words said without reverence ahead
Take more than a needle to mend
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