Fauzee she said was her name
Cheese I prefer said she
felt I would be at ease
the future I felt she could foresee
I had seen staring at a bee
believing her to be
deception blinded me
deep in the sea I had to see
unassuming I was to tee
I had to have a fee
lest I was thrown from a lee
the jelly filled my knee
for my age she had asked
was it 'cause of my image
to old for the stage
you ain't fit to be tasked
rage had its grip on me
caution came timely from a sage
saying you have a lot to manage
none can put you in a cage
I recalled the same
it was all in a name
ready was I for the game
not solely for fame
given a chance to be tame
as a lame to strengthen
also days of bliss to lengthen
Then was till then
I had been played folly
when I saw was only jolly
nothing could be holly molly
far away the joy was stolen in a trolley
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