Trixie, Trixie

You’ve had a good run, boyo
You’ve won more than your share.
But a scoundrel needs to know when to run,
Before making Mistress Victory carve your ass.

She won, how you’ve no clue. We’re onto you, boyo.
Took her spoils as was due.
You got sore, sent a dozen hired cheap.
Strike one, strike two, strike three. Weep.

You’d had a good run, boyo
You’d won more than your share.
Brought this upon yourself,
You’ve made Mistress Victory come carve your ass.

Three strikes and she stood up,
Parts of chair hanging from her horns.
Slew three in a single stroke.
You’ve made the Mistress Reap.

You’d had a good run, boyo
You’d won more than your share, boyo.
A scoundrel needs to know when to run, before,
Not after you make Mistress Victory serve your ass.

Trixie, Trixie

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