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The Nut Prince's Processing

The Nut Prince was dragged from his tumble down shack
They tried him and dried him out on a rack
Froze his assets at the bank
He apologised, his face held itself blank
He lay stiff as a plank
Even so, he was imprisoned in a warehouse lost on a shelf at the back
In a corner,
                      in a bag,
                                      in a box,
                                                      in a sack

Stamped 'health hazard, totally wack'

Finally released
His breath was stale and rank
The hair from his skull drew out thin and lank
Zits boiled up his flanks
The cheese in his pits and toes stank
He became homeless, and endlessly drank
Even though everyone had watched as his broken soul sank

And despite no more stirring,
                                                   flirting,
                                                                cavorting,

Or raucous late night toasting and snorting
Beyond all love and reason... He was assaulted!!
It was the Queen of the Forest, that prim, puritanical, bossy old nag

Frustrated at his previous dancing and boasting
Ordered he be punished to end all that unstructured coasting
Then personally she oversaw the beaten down Nut Prince's gourmet honey roasting.