A Mock Song Comments

'Now the sun is unarm'd, And the moon by us charm'd, All the stars dissolv'd to a jelly; Now the thighs of the Crown And the arms are lopp'd down, And the body is all but a belly' - I am greatly amused!

This is all about a ruler ruling his subjects how efficiently, iron handedly, single handedly, effectively depicted here with outstanding words.........brilliantly crafted......10+++

our head is our slave...beautiful mock song

" All Rome confined to a cloister" A beautifully envisioned classic worthy of the classic poem of the Day.

A poem with touching expression. Beautifully penned.

The beauty of the nicely chosen words makes this poem enjoyable to read....

And the body is all but a belly! ! Thanks for sharing.

let them sing our victorious, If not them then mountains will, If not even rivers will rejoice, For we are victors.

greatly written- Let the Commons go on, The town is our own, We'l rule alone:

Such a great and interesting poem.....

Read Seamus' informative remark. You don't want to know the thoughts that went through my head while reading this nut at one point I was thinking he was a dirty old man.

A bitingly sardonic commentary on contemporary politics, from a poet deeply and personally enmeshed in the politics of a very turbulent time, a time when even publishing a poem could land one in prison. This piece graphically portrays his loyalty to the throne against all thought of a replacement, and God forbid, the thought of common folk ruling themselves.