🎩🧐 #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? ==========☕🎩🍰========== 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. 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. 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/playlist/ee4f5b81-7a98-41c1-874c-a0981b9af536 ==========☕🎩🍰========== Step 4: Mind Your Manners Comment on the original track so the gents know you’ve stepped into the lobby. Step 5: Mix the Biscuits Blast your fellow duelists across the playlist banquet. They will appreciate your spittle. Step 6: Echo the Etiquette Paste these rules (or the short link version) into your track description so the patrician addiction keeps multiplying. ==========☕🎩🍰========== And that’s it. Fix your collar and pour the tea. 🎩🧐 The tomfoolery has begun. ==========☕🎩🍰========== "Ladies and gentlemen, Hear ye my little venture in romance" The belle was sublime as hell, Had me faring on eggshell from the moment I rang her bell She cautioned to myself That she would not be no distressed damsel And to restrain my yells or she'd bid me quick 'farewell' I'm not one to swell, but she was softer than miel, Fiery passionelle her fashion eternelle, Couldn't help but french up my tells Before I'd get time to say what a beauty materielle she definitely wasn't... 'Cause her mind mattered more than rhymes as she'd just told you, Well me, but this here me is "you" as I'm narrating to myself... true. At any rate, at this there moment I knew Romance would be au rendez-vous Sadly disaster found us too I had my velvet coat, tailored to perfection, Top hat tilted straight into deception. I looked like wealth, nobility, prestigious allegory for the modern representation of affability Impressing her was no futility, she had no gullibility, Had me spending my credibility into instability My bank account slowly turning to liability Eight on the watch, and confidence was peaking. Common sense objected; but I declined the meeting. I had a rose in my hand, posture calculated, Leaning on the frame trying to look cultivated She opened the door with a smile illustrated I fell through the opening like a play orchestrated First step inside and already humiliated. Tried to fake a smirk but she proved insulated She laughed at my "work" while my pride lay desecrated And thanked me for the rose as the mood finally emigrated The gas lamps flickered, as I restored my nerves Ego still bruised but I would find the words, Pleasantries loquaciously exchanged as my courtship claims, Regained in marketing trades. My value may be feigned but this here charm is trained, Although if it will sustain was any soul's claim. In this moment my wardrobe contained the greater part of me, My finances, by consequence, leaned toward humility. Couldn't afford the cab so I pretended it got delayed So I proposed a stroll, a casual promenade What would, after all, prove more romantic than walking under star shades? She smiled and acquiesced, alas I was saved. Until the thunder roared and my plan soaked up in flames. Well, "drowned" would prove more accurate, it was raining like Noah's Ark got recast-ed, "He tried" be the epitaph of my hopes and dreams as I was thoroughly outmatched by Neptune's draft into this cascade of falling splash.... "I'd like to extend an apology, This here language was most un-gentlemently, Eloquence shouldn't suffer the price of catastrophe, As I am certain you'll agree" Resuming from the flooding hell I was seeing I extended an uneasy smile she would not be buying But she told me not to worry That her personal carriage was always ready Heaven be praised! My fate still hailed a chance at survivability! We made our way to her coach house, Dignifiedly hurried to not get soaked in humidity, Now don't get me wrong I did want her damp But the way I had plan diverged quite dramatically. Could say the same about climbing her carriage, if you still follow me. But enough with euphemistic vulgarities, I can be truly gentlemanly when I choose to be I offered her my hand like a decent man, And help her up the carriage like a proper gent....I was decidedly She thanked me with a gracious nod, worthy of her rank in nobility. But one step forward and I heard the gong of fate rang inevitably I had set foot in manure, this night was a comedy. The lace alone was worth more than my home And now covered in a soft mound of digested stones and hay. But hooray for the rain that had destroyed my strolling plans For it also offered me saving hand from mediocrity By granting me massive puddles to wash away the struggle Of this defecated absurdity. Now, it wasn't perfect But hopefully enough of a misdirect To hide this newly acquired wardrobe defect. Though for the smell nobody could tell...yet. Still for the moment it was working, and onward to the ball we were faring. (OHHHHH-ohhhh-ohhhh!) The coach rolled up under chandeliers, Gold was the glass and had the whole place glaring. Footmen at the door, every eye lingering, already comparing. I stepped from the carriage with my remaining half of dignity, But that the ball was masked still had me somewhat wary. Inside, the room was lit of hundred lies And even more spies into the here parade of aristocracy. The ball was a masquerade, But I knew my charades enough to evade any of these peacock's blockade. I was no man on a crusade, Only one unfortunate that had to up his grade through astute tirades. Nevertheless, this here hall was all gilt and gossiping, A hundred little falsehoods murmuring. Lords in their medals and painted smiles All smirking under masks of guile. Each one prouder than useful, Each one more tired than peaceful. One duke with a chest full of family plates And a voice like a dull knife in a serving room got sneering. But the lady I came with, all silk and wit, cut in with her venomous staring. No longer poised but poisoned he fell back into station and we were left free to keep roaming. Just then the violins struck up a reel And she held out her hand for me to yield. I took the floor and made of myself a fool, Never knew that dancing could be so cruel. She laughed behind her fan, then marked the steps with a look of complicity. "Follow me" she said, Her voice sweet like caramel As she grabbed me by the belt and led me auspiciously So I followed her lead through the turns and bows, Through these courtly flies and the glittering flow. We slipped past viscounts with powdered necks, Past matrons in pearl erects, All the while her gaze locked in mine as I started to realize that she was far more than met the eyes.... "How long have you known?" "The very start, You only brought one rose" And this, my fellow friends... is when I truly fell for your mother.... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ©️Lux (@luxnocthys) 2026
