As the story went, Emperor Madoff scoffed at ideas of the dukes and earls wishing to admire his chests of gold, Off with all patronages, and previous favors too, those who doubted his manners of old,

 Fools that some suspected they were, the nobles had no galls to question the Emperor’s usual brow beating, like ancient days, it was business as usual, It was fool’s gold, rumors swirl, their hearts took a pounding as the Emperor’s inner circles took to acting, hush all must be casual,

Fleeced again, the dames and baronesses could only weep and lament, for nothing must be said that would offend the royal Madoffs, Numeracy and alchemy were sacred royal knowledge, suffice the Emperor’s words were law, else it would be ‘heads off!’

‘The idea was really simple’, the wiry bean counter stammered when pressed by the lords at the inquisition. ‘I just put on different caps when I tagged the nobles’ gold and bagged it for his Highness, just as the court jester does with his dunce caps in transition.’