Hexes And Rexes (Take 2) Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Stuff her with saw dust just don't let her die
Do not let Elizabeth fall I cry
If she passes then the end will be nigh
In her hands our prosperity does lie

Prophets say when the English queen is gone
Darkness will fall and world war three will come
No one will ever shine like she has shone
Greatest of monarchs to rule our kingdom

Unfortunately evil ones do plan
From global conflict to sectarian
Chaos will rule over every man
Will a new king be as good as his mam

Tell, why have our kings been cursed with a hex
Why do the gods despise a British Rex
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