Fool's Gold
Fool's Gold is a poem/fable written by The_Brunt and was sold for ten gold ingots.
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Fool's Gold
Gold, gold,
the Ambrosian told.
A story unfold,
deep and old.
Of trolls and tolls,
bold and cold.
A fool would claim
to have control.
But don't fret
and don't scold:
Don't let the pot
boil.
For gold is a mold,
to soil all trouble
and toll.
There once was stole, a
soulless pole,
By a coy, a coil,
a boy ye old.
But a hole, insole,
ensued like oil;
Imbued in his laurels,
an unsoothing roil.
A tune of holed morals,
An amusement in scrolls,
The ruse of thin foil,
A ruined tinge loyal.
No room for more spoils,
For this load
be so old.
Of trouble and toils,
a fool claims his gold.
-The_Brunt
13th of July, 2020