Cold Nice Hot Cool <br />Four seasons for the fool <br />Words of nonsense are his tool <br />Spilling from his mouth like drool <br /> <br />Winter Spring Summer Fall <br />Stories come great and small <br />From memory strong total recall <br />Hidden secrets are flung at them all <br /> <br />None worry what he speaks <br />Till aimed at them fling his cheeks <br />Concealed in dribble come his tweaks <br />To stab their honor his phrases seek <br /> <br />Buried deep and solid truth <br />Fool has found them through sleuth <br />Revealing to those with ears in sooth <br />Things they have done since their youth <br /> <br />Things that they in secret kept <br />Truth is revealed to the adept <br />Out from under rug they are swept <br />Errors to be denied or must they accept<br /><br />Darlene Walsh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-kings-fool/
