The tears of a crocodile, would simply raise a smile.
A harsh bite like an alligator, and all might say see you later.
Stay did our mole in a bottomless hole.
For such an endless pack of lies, how could one apologise.
What could now be done to stop it, now that he had begun to cop it.
Crowned head had been shown void, when it came to understanding
a simple solenoid.
How hated was this costly thread, if it could only be put to bed.
Much too late for reason, it was now the silly season.
A missed pistol shot, was climbing to the top.
The target seamed much larger, when on his donkey charger.
Sitting on his ass, how had all this come to pass?
Now holding a cleft stick, royalty felt rather sick.
Obviously too late to be wise, how could he now apologise?
