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O Fair and Lovely and Intelligent Queen

One crimson sky and a foliage deep green,
Once held a valuable valuable to preen.
This invaluable valuable that turned Miss Muffet's tuft green,
Was Such a Fair and Lovely and Intelligent Queen!!

Who prided herself on her wonderful voice,
And chanted 'incantations' of her marveled poise!!
So much that Old  Hubbard of the cupboard was left with no choice,
Than to roll-call and pick out one of her autograph boys!

This valuable queen had a hand exquisite and deft,
And a calculative brain that lent itself to theft.
The charming Prince Charming so impressed was left,
That retired our Cinderella to the cinders and wept!

Von Drake went gaga from a pah to la-la,
And broke a Mickey's majestic plane for senorita !!
But who knew, our clairvoyant Queen, on preparing pita,
Could engineer back the damage like a pinch of asafoetida ?!!

'Eureka! Eureka!' yelped Archimedes of Syracuse,
Before our Queen's ingenuity gave him something to muse.
Oh, our beloved Fatty could not but stooge,
Pauper or postman, the lady saw him through.


Penned the fine madame like William Wordsworth,
Cracked jokes to send you rolling down Earth.
Roasted fine marshmallows in hearth,
Filled the Earls and their twirls with mirth.

And when old Clear-Orf puffed and huffed,
And dear Monsieur Poirot sniffed his snuff,
And Plod sat beaming over gleaming handcuffs,
With Holmes in hot pursuit of his toughs,

Our Fair and Lovely and Intelligent Queen,
Claimed her price was less fair than mean,
Mocked my invention, with conviction,
'It's hard to build a perfect being'.
All your favourites, who surpasses,
Overtakes them by several notches,
No one dreamt of such a thing,
Such a Fair and Lovely and Intelligent Queen.'



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