[stylist] Poem - "Henry VIII" - Second Draft

[William L Houts]

HI Shawn,

The bits about Henry VII were once a mainstay of any class covering 
European, especially English history.  Nowadays, history books are as 
likely to cover mall openings as well-known and yet crucial bits of 
world history.  But then I'm a cranky romantic. (It's the classicists 
who are usually supposed to be the cranky ones, but I         suppose 
I'm  THE EXCEPTION TO THE RULE).


--Bill



On 7/21/2015 12:13 PM, Jacobson, Shawn D via stylist wrote:
> Interesting poem.  I'm not as up on my British royal history as I should be.  If I were, I would probably get more out of it.
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> Shawn
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> HI Gang,
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> 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.
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> *Henry VIII *
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> He was Europe's pride, her royal prize
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> with silver tongue and flashing eyes.
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> The ladies loved to dance with him,
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> while he was yet a sight, and slim
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> as wolfhounds weaned on prayer:
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> he quoted scripture,cut a rug,
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> his verse could tame the wild air
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> before becoming England's monarch thug.
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> Aragon he put away,
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> Anne he killed on Tyburn Hill:
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> the rest, they met with equal ill
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> Except for homely Ann of Cleves,
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> who did not fit his pander's bill:
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> she took from Henry princess pay,
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> to home returned with Hank's estates
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> while Henry raged behind his gates.
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> For those with flesh their hunger sate
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> will rarely fill their days with peace:
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> So give your henries headroom, please:
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> be Anne of Cleves, not Spanish Kate.
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"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"