[stylist] Poem - "Henry VIII" - Second Draft
William L Houts
lukaeon at gmail.com
Tue Jul 21 17:52:08 UTC 2015
HI Gang,
So, having written the etude I have titled "Breeze", I've gone on to
write a "real" poem titled "Henry VIII". I've been meaning to do
something with Henry's story for some time and this morning seemed as
good a time as any to get down to cases. I currently think that it
rocketh mighty, but of course your mileage may vary.
--Bill
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*Henry VIII *
He was Europe's pride, her royal prize
with silver tongue and flashing eyes.
The ladies loved to dance with him,
while he was yet a sight, and slim
as wolfhounds weaned on prayer:
he quoted scripture,cut a rug,
his verse could tame the wild air
before becoming England's monarch thug.
Aragon he put away,
Anne he killed on Tyburn Hill:
the rest, they met with equal ill
Except for homely Ann of Cleves,
who did not fit his pander's bill:
she took from Henry princess pay,
to home returned with Hank's estates
while Henry raged behind his gates.
For those with flesh their hunger sate
will rarely fill their days with peace:
So give your henries headroom, please:
be Anne of Cleves, not Spanish Kate.
--
"Oh, Sophie! Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"
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