The Fool’s Court

Taken by an amorous claim its lament torrid lies. Come yourself to bend your vengeance to list my troubled mind.

Moving subtle hiding under, the better of disguise…a silent thunder our fencing blunder staged our stubborn rise.

Chasing me your rigorous mime I’m hopeless to despair, this shame to blame my head inane our glide become unfair.

At last I stumble the least you sneer, before driving your point into my derriere.