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Fickle The Fool in May
Fickle the Fool in May
Fickle the dreams of idle minds
And wandering minstrel songs
He plied his trade in courts of old
Singing of ladies’ betrayals
Foreign wars and pirate ships
Hiding behind his mask of too bland
Leaning on a courtyard pole he played
To make ladies swoon and giggle pink
They tied ribbons of gold to his vest
And danced circles to his lust-filled tune
Binding him in the colour of truth
So each year in May they could remember
The idle mind of the wandering minstrel fool!
~pix~
amb©Jan 2005
Fickle the Fool in May
Fickle the dreams of idle minds
And wandering minstrel songs
He plied his trade in courts of old
Singing of ladies’ betrayals
Foreign wars and pirate ships
Hiding behind his mask of too bland
Leaning on a courtyard pole he played
To make ladies swoon and giggle pink
They tied ribbons of gold to his vest
And danced circles to his lust-filled tune
Binding him in the colour of truth
So each year in May they could remember
The idle mind of the wandering minstrel fool!
~pix~
amb©Jan 2005
