The viscount decided to downsize his home.
no more was he married and now lived alone
the manor was filled with the grandest of things
carpets and chairs and all sorts of bling
one painting he hated, so dark was its hue
he sold it for cheap, any price it would do
the buyer he jumped all for joy in the rain
he knew what he had was worth more than a train
the viscount he screamed when he heard of the news
he yelled at the dog and threw round his shoes
a lawyer he called, crying look at my loss
get me back that damn thing whatever the cost
alas for the count, it was too late to change
next time he’ll know better and won’t be deranged
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