A Quick Poem.
It was World Poetry Day yesterday, and Richard the third is being reburied today, soooo…….what I’m trying to say is that I wrote a short, stupid poem about his long-dead ass:
Richard the Third, appointed by God
Split by an axe, he died, the poor sodAs his ghost quick departed, that bloody Dick Three,
Thought ‘How could something so shitty have happened to me?’He was a bit of a prick, there can be no denying
But who gives a damn when bad kings begin dying?500 years later, opinion’s slightly more varied
And like his rude namesake, is hastily buried.