To build a new castle,”
The King told me after the quake.
“The old one just crumbled,
It fell down and tumbled
And rests on the floor of the lake!”
“Oh King, don’t be gloomy,”
I said, “Listen to me.
The answer you’re seeking is clear.”
Then I took off his slippers
And handed him flippers,
A mask, and some old scuba gear.
“A new castle is grand,
But it sits on the land,
And the water is much more adventurey!”
He dove there and then,
Never saw him again!
That’s how I became “Fool of the Century!”