The king of Marigold was having quite a naughty time.
Their servants poured out tea for him and his queen.
“Whom must we slay today, darling?” he asked Her Majesty.
The pair colluded in order to meet their daily quota.
That’s all the ever do, with their rampant phony pride.
They keep a nice healthy distance from all the unworthies.
“Our superiority must be maintained at all costs,” says he.
“Let’s put on an appearance, though, of friendliness,”says she.
“We preach common sense and tolerance, pretending they’re good things,”
“While all the while we use them to humiliate people.”