Richard the third
Was far less absurd
Than his murderers,
And usurpers,
The Tudors,
And Shakespeare’s hunch,
About his offence,
Was more bent
Than the sentence
Invented;
As much propaganda,
As hidden agenda,
To defend their
Descendents
Ascension:
Henry the Eighth,
And Liz underneath;
Who couldn’t bequeath
An heir, or at least
Someone else,
And so lost in the end,
The crown to Scotland,
To Dutch and Germans,
Old Victorians
And England.
So fare well Mr. Fawkes,
For the only good cause
Is the holy white rose,
The winner of wars,
And the return of the Kingdom of York.
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