Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Henry VIII

Henry was an athlete king,
Crowned with gold upon his head,
Never lacking anything,
Wealth nor wives to grace his bed.

England shook at his command:
Even at his whim they must
Do the bidding of his hand...
But now he's sleeping in the dust.

Gone is all his royal pride
And his great pomposity.
Look--A spout sprouts from his side,
And he waits to serve us tea.



The crown has fallen from our head;
woe to us, for we have sinned!

--Lamentations 5:16

2 comments:

Ρωμανός ~ Romanós said...

A very clever chant, brother, very clever! Cheers!

FOCUS UNSW said...

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