rhymology
O what be said of the fall of man
Of what be sought and what be damned
Of higher calls and scores and scams
And outages and yes we can
In froth top halls at highbrow balls
Where calls are made [it always bores]
Announce their kings, renounce their kin
Be born again and back again
Golden trades their high-end falls
To earth and man completes their cause
To wit and wane, their only source
God save the king to do his chores
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