The Game of Thrones is the game I play each and every day, My little birdies sing me songs and the realm I do repay. The Spider they do call me, my web is spun afar. I catch the false and treacherous in my little jar Whom do I serve,you might ask? The answer’s pretty meek, The realm, of course,the children, The humble ,and the weak. Some one must, is my refrain to ensure the rule is just. No more chaos,no more pain for the less illustrious. I whisper into King’s ears, I make suggestions to the rest, I am a mummer,don’t forget, At that I am the best My real reasons for what I do, you will have to guess, Blackfyre or Targaryen, which house do I bless? Or is my knee to Lannister bent, or in disguise a Stark? To reckon my true calling really is no lark Ilyrio is my true friend,on that we are agreed But the motives of the fat Pentoshi seem more than simple need. Can you guess what I’m about? I really doubt you can for I’m a Eunoch,sorely cut I’m really not a Man
by redriver

The Game of Thrones is the game I play
each and every day,
My little birdies sing me songs
and the realm I do repay.

The Spider they do call me,
my web is spun afar.
I catch the false and treacherous
in my little jar

Whom do I serve,you might ask?
The answer’s pretty meek,
The realm, of course,the children,
The humble ,and the weak.

Some one must, is my refrain
to ensure the rule is just.
No more chaos,no more pain
for the less illustrious.

I whisper into King’s ears,
I make suggestions to the rest,
I am a mummer,don’t forget,
At that I am the best

My real reasons for what I do,
you will have to guess,
Blackfyre or Targaryen,
which house do I bless?

Or is my knee to Lannister bent,
or in disguise a Stark?
To reckon my true calling
really is no lark

Ilyrio is my true friend,on that we are agreed
But the motives of
the fat Pentoshi
seem more than simple need.

Can you guess what I’m about?
I really doubt you can
for I’m a Eunoch,sorely cut
I’m really not a Man

by redriver

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