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The story is in Grimm’s ancient tome Of the girl who wove straw into gold Bamboozling the evil, gnarled gnome With subterfuge both cunning and bold. *Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam And rude brown bread, dry without butter; She knows no carriage nor castle home Awaits the princess in the gutter*. The dwarf chose not to concede defeat, Rightly convinced that a deal’s a deal; Filings and pleadings finally complete, The circuit court to hear the appeal. *Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam And rude brown bread, dry without butter; She knows no carriage nor castle home Awaits the princess in the gutter*. The panel’s judgment swift and direct; The lower court had most gravely erred. *Petitioner may rightly expect Payment plus damages*, they concurred. *Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam And rude brown bread, dry without butter; She knows no carriage nor castle home Awaits the princess in the gutter*. Bailiff took heir and inheritance, Leaving nil which could be sold or pawned, The king’s glances gave full evidence The scapegoat would be a clever blonde. *Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam And rude brown bread, dry without butter; She knows no carriage nor castle home Awaits the princess in the gutter*. There was no chance she could be returned To her former home life in the woods The miller’s girl, derided and spurned: She’s a beauty, yes, but damaged goods. *Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam And rude brown bread, dry without butter; She knows no carriage nor castle home Awaits the princess in the gutter*. A room in Amsterdam’s red-light tract The former princess is on the game. Still works under an implied contract; The terms, however, not quite the same. *Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam And rude brown bread, dry without butter; She knows no carriage nor castle home Awaits the princess in the gutter*.
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Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
the princess on the downslope
The story is in Grimm’s ancient tome Of the girl who wove straw into gold Bamboozling the evil, gnarled gnome With subterfuge both cunning and bold. *Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam And rude brown bread, dry without butter; She knows no carriage nor castle home Awaits the princess in the gutter*. The dwarf chose not to concede defeat, Rightly convinced that a deal’s a deal; Filings and pleadings finally complete, The circuit court to hear the appeal. *Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam And rude brown bread, dry without butter; She knows no carriage nor castle home Awaits the princess in the gutter*. The panel’s judgment swift and direct; The lower court had most gravely erred. *Petitioner may rightly expect Payment plus damages*, they concurred. *Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam And rude brown bread, dry without butter; She knows no carriage nor castle home Awaits the princess in the gutter*. Bailiff took heir and inheritance, Leaving nil which could be sold or pawned, The king’s glances gave full evidence The scapegoat would be a clever blonde. *Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam And rude brown bread, dry without butter; She knows no carriage nor castle home Awaits the princess in the gutter*. There was no chance she could be returned To her former home life in the woods The miller’s girl, derided and spurned: She’s a beauty, yes, but damaged goods. *Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam And rude brown bread, dry without butter; She knows no carriage nor castle home Awaits the princess in the gutter*. A room in Amsterdam’s red-light tract The former princess is on the game. Still works under an implied contract; The terms, however, not quite the same. *Sing songs of cold tea in Styrofoam And rude brown bread, dry without butter; She knows no carriage nor castle home Awaits the princess in the gutter*.
I could say "blah blah a story befitting our time blah blah", but I will simply note that Rumplestiltskin got hosed royally.
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Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
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