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🎩🧐 #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. https://suno.com/s/YmNxOrIzwNyWaaWB ==========☕🎩🍰========== 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 pray still your idle murmurs sirs and kindly lift your gaze on high for through the amber eventide you’ll spy my noble craft draw nigh a silken globe of scarlet hue by brass bound gondola conveyed descending with becoming grace by newton’s laws politely swayed i come not borne by common steed nor rattling coach upon the street but drifting like prometheus with invention at my feet for wherefore should a humble man of industry and taste arrive in any lesser style to speak upon his waistcoat? behold! behold! attend my vest of burgundy brocade with cog and spring and secret string most artfully arrayed from pocket deep to collar steep no detail shall escape for i shall clothe the modern age in mechanistic drape now gathered in this grand salon of chandelier and gilded frame you wonder why i brave the sky for sartorial acclaim yet clothing is the final realm where progress may alight the parliament of fabric sirs must yield to reason’s light this waistcoat stitched by my own hand in contemplative repose conceals within its lining fine devices none suppose a compass wrought of silver thread a chronometric dial a self-regulating teacup warmer most refined in style behold! behold! the future’s neatly pressed with every seam a latent scheme lies snug against my chest let others prattle dull and tattle of empires yet to chart i’ll engineer the very vest that beats upon the heart and mark good friends this stovepipe hat of sable satin sheen no mere cylindrical conceit of ornamental mien within its lofty architecture balanced, trim, and tight resides a telescopic lens for starry studious sight a phonographic memory coil to capture spoken word a modest dovecote (travel-sized) should messages be heard why, tilt it thus observe! a weather vane extends with flair so one may gauge the coming storm without deranging hair i protest dear lady in the second row it is not vanity but utility which prompts a gentleman to greatness for what is fashion if not function in a waistcoat of ambition? and lo! my monocle transparent orb of polished grace projects blueprints upon the air before my very face with but a twitch of brow august the schematics spring to life a self-buttering crumpet wheel an automated carving knife from cufflinks forged as grappling hooks to trousers trimmed with gears i shall equip the populace for twenty splendid years imagine coats with parachutes discreetly sewn inside for unforeseen descents should one by balloon elect to ride behold! behold! my diagrams unfurled i’ll stitch invention’s bright extension ‘round the waist of all the world no tailor timid threadbare limit shall our dreams abridge we’ll build utopia with a needle, thimble, bridge so raise your lorgnettes, gentlemen adjust your bustles, dames the age of cloth mechanical now kindles brighter flames i came aloft on heated air to make my earnest plea that vest and hat and polished spat may house machinery for progress is not forged alone in factory or mine it may repose in lapel or hose in cravat’s clever twine and thus I bow ascendant still in intellect and joy your humble, airborne artisan clothier, dreamer and buoyant, brilliant boy