Time was, a fool was never fêted,
And soon he, his money were parted;
But times are a changing,
The twain, best in them bring—
A fool with money gets elected!
Together they be king,
In mutual praise to sing,
And the music made never bested.
In time we are of Bing,
Money fools— dingdong ding,
Anyone feels like king,
Fly on money-made wing;
Times are here when fools are well-fêted,
Saner sense for long has departed.
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Humour | 07.08.2017 |
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