The Tale of Snail
One day, in a distant unidentified, English kingdom, there was a small jester named Snail.
Everybody knew Snail, everyone was aware of his every aspect, his trail.
The patch was described as a short-statured, fool-eyed, ham-handed "Man of Fame".
Arty-Crafty, also known as the king, demanded to be the "Name of the Game".
Snail, if a little old and frail, found a nail and put it in the king's ale.
Arty-Crafty, also know as the sting, disbanded, stranded, left-handed.
Jester, the rester, the joke mester, scooted and fled away on his French foot.
Nailed, railed, travailed, the satyr was put under an elephant's foot, well-put.
That was the tale of Snail, Snail the frail male.
After all, all good things come to an end, even if it does not intend.
One day, in a distant unidentified, English kingdom, there was a small jester named Snail.
Everybody knew Snail, everyone was aware of his every aspect, his trail.
The patch was described as a short-statured, fool-eyed, ham-handed "Man of Fame".
Arty-Crafty, also known as the king, demanded to be the "Name of the Game".
Snail, if a little old and frail, found a nail and put it in the king's ale.
Arty-Crafty, also know as the sting, disbanded, stranded, left-handed.
Jester, the rester, the joke mester, scooted and fled away on his French foot.
Nailed, railed, travailed, the satyr was put under an elephant's foot, well-put.
That was the tale of Snail, Snail the frail male.
After all, all good things come to an end, even if it does not intend.
