Black-black rhyme

In a black-black town
In a black-black street
There's a black-black crown
In a deep-black shit.

King of black-black town
Was riding on black moo
When the crown fell down
And sticked in black goo.

King thought twice, took out
His dirty handkerchief
Black as black-black stout
Trying not to sniff.

He tried to pull crown out,
But himself he fell
And the black-black crowd
Gave a black-black yell:

"God bless King of town!
We love him so deep
That don't mind that crown
Stays in deep-black shit."

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