I Am Sir Willy Nillyton
I am Sir Willy Nillyton of Any Arbor Hills,
A great begated villagery of many dollar bills.
My dragon is the populace;
My steed a rolly chair!
I never dreamt it’d come to this,
But neither what nor where.
I am Sir Willy Nillyton, I ride a Cadillac.
And ever if I leant a buck, I’d ask two dollars back.
I run the golden heyday
In the field of ladies fair–
My sword of flesh’s sobriquet
Is None the Best for Wear.
I am Sir Willy Nillyton, my gracious wares accrue.
My spacious shelves can peer no else ets bet silea yew
That’s Latin, for your brain of hare–
I’m quite of gold, I know–
All the world’s a disrepair
and I’m a light aglow!
AIOLTFOALS (An Instantaneous Occurrence Like the Flipping of a Life Switch)
I am Sir Willy Nillyton, I want my money back!
I did quite die this death and now the ever’s awful black!
We miss the biggest picture
Per a self-tenacity.
I thought I had it figured, but