posted 28th September 2024
Shall I tell you a tale,
A story from a bloody time,
A long history of war and loss,
Fantastical years that have long flown away.
The King had lost his army,
No where left to run,
The castle walls were mighty rocks,
The King made his way to the dock.
Two sides that fell in battle,
Corpses left to die like cattle,
Many cards had been horribly played,
Most wished they hadn’t stayed.
The crowds screamed with righteous rage,
The King stood in his guarded cage,
‘God save the King’ a voice cried out,
The King looked back with a great big pout.
Mr Speaker tried to hide his gracious contempt,
The opposition looked highly unkept,
A master painter painted the scene,
Many thousands vented their spleen.
Two shirts the last King wore,
He didn’t want to appear sore,
Armed guards escorted him to the place,
The crowds meant there wasn’t much space.
On his knees he prayed to God,
He never thought this day would come,
But this is what he was about to become,
One last stroke and the head was gone.
