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Tommy Wish · (03-29-2025)

Mine own mind hast gone off the deep endeth of timeth itself
as i tryeth to joust hence mine own owneth mind off the shelf
i knoweth im not plaited enow to hangeth with the gentle ones
but what i doth bethink about is how i has't to pretendeth to beest plaited f'r a joust
at which hour im just a line hence from being the one to remaineth tall in this tourney
so mind not me wallowing hence in the cave of death as i planeth mine own joust
as i make shift to pulleth thee off thy owneth h'rse as thee sitteth th're waiting to beest pok'd by mine own sw'rd

im fill'd with pangs of hunger f'r thy competition coequal if 't be true i has't not a clue what t means to joust
alas a coronet 'r a king, im a king unto mine own owneth realm of extreme prop'rtions
i knoweth i wonneth't winneth in this whole thing but who is't cares if 't be true i doth winneth but just m're bragging rights
shall t giveth me a did shoot at the coronet?
shall t giveth me a did shoot at the univ'rsal championship?
if 't be true not then i knoweth i shouldn't careth about winning 'r losing this whole pagent the horror

what is this toddl'rs and tiaras?
i bethought t wast ides of marcheth
as i marcheth f'rward to this the horror
alas all those who is't bethink those gents betta
those gents betta not has't beest the excution'r
as i shalt yelleth off those gents heads
liketh im the r'd queen
as i trippeth off yond wond'rland
cometh findeth me jousting
as i joust thy eyes out ya headeth
until thy dead as i hail'd to the deed

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