A Whiff Will Do

🎩🧐 #Tomfoolery 🎩🧐 Get your mustache properly primped. The very fancy white glove have been thrown. Will you keep a stiff upper lip… or return fire with fine proper diction? XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 1: Drop Your Retort Remix, mash-up, or other craft your own civil savagery. Bring your best bars beau monde to the chap-hop scene. Go sharp and show these old chums that the water’s not too hot. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 2: Dress for the Duel Create cover art that feels like a Victorian vanity project gone wild. If your pinky is up high and your posture is perfect, you’re doing it right. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 3: Hijack the House of Lords Tag your creation with #Tomfoolery You can add this to your lyrics section: ==========☕🎩🍰========== Made for #Tomfoolery. Check the link for more details. [Placeholder link] ==========☕🎩🍰========== XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 4: Mind Your Manners Comment on the original track so the gents know you’ve stepped into the lobby. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 5: Mix the Biscuits Blast your fellow duelists across the playlist banquet. They will appreciate your spittle. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 6: Echo the Etiquette Paste these rules (or the short link version) into your track description so the patrician addiction keeps multiplying. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX And that’s it. Fix your collar and pour the tea. 🎩🧐 The tomfoolery has begun. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX [Spoken Intro] My dear Missy... Your composition was, I confess, the cat's meow. Though regrettably, the cat appears to have escaped, joined a gang, and taken to alarming the gardeners. Still— a tip of the hat. --- [Verse 1] I came equipped with proper things A boutonniere, a cane with rings A silver flask of something neat And compliments both warm and sweet pardon to all you may suffer for it was but a quick fluffer for that of my cookie duster to hold thy aromatic luster For one requires the proper scent When moving through such fine event --- [Chorus] A whiff is all I need of you The whole affair has carried through The flavor's savored, debt is due My compliments, now adieu I'll think of you till night's complete A pleasant echo, faint and sweet But dear old lass the hour is late And lingering would tempt our fate --- [Verse 2] Your song began a household pet A tidy thing one won't forget But somewhere near the second round It took to stalking common ground Now kittens search for missing mitts While you compose increasingly clever bits The hedge you've grown is broad indeed Yet offers little of the shade I need --- [Bridge] No quarrel here. No wounded pride. No formal challenge to decide. Merely a gentleman observing that the soup has been tasted, the wine discussed, the cigar appreciated— and another room awaits. --- [Final Chorus] A whiff is all I need of you The evening's worn its proper hue I'll speak of you with fond esteem Like some improbable waking dream Your verbal queeffs were quite sublime And served their purpose for a time Now off with kittens, hats, and cheer My compliments. You've been delightful, dear. [Spoken Outro] And to our esteemed host— another tip of the hat. Do try not to let the peacocks vote again.