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It's said: birds of a feather,
They always flock together.
And lions lie with each other,
No matter the weather.
There's a storm of swords,
And now a clash of clubs.
A mama and a papa lion,
And their three little cubs.
The Good King Robert,
He whores and he brags.
His three golden children,
But none of them are stags.
King Robert loved his whores,
He loved strongwine no less.
Were he wiser he'd have feared,
Sharing a bed with a lioness.
Cersei gave him the horns.
Yes, she fleeced a royal Buck.
He was the Trident's Demon,
Now he's just Robert the Cuck!
The King, he went-a-hunting,
But now he'll hunt no more.
And really, who's to blame?
The lioness or the boar?
Now Fury's reign has ended;
His kingdom is torn apart.
Paid for with Dragon's blood,
And now it claims the Hart.

Corin2007 Wed 10 Sep 2025 04:48AM UTC
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