Let the Brothels of Paris be opened With many an alluring dance To awake the Physicians thro the city Said the beautiful Queen of France Then old Nobodaddy aloft Farted & belchd & coughd And said I love hanging & drawing & quartering Every bit as well as war & slaughtering Then he swore a great & solemn Oath To kill the people I am loth But If they rebel they must go to hell They shall have a Priest & a passing bell The King awoke on his couch of gold As soon as he heard these tidings told Arise & come both fife & drum And the Famine shall eat both crust & crumb The Queen of France just touchd this Globe And the Pestilence darted from her robe But our good Queen quite grows to the ground And a great many suckers grow all around | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO ETHIOPIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM by RUDYARD KIPLING BOB CRUIKSHANKS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A SONG OF WORK by MARY (MAY) ELIZABETH (MCGRATH) BLAKE ACHRONOS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 2 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |