Lady Darquiss' Banquet Poem by DM W

Lady Darquiss held an annual banquet
At her enormous mansion in the woods:
In honour of all those poor, desperate souls
Who nobly fought and died in the 'Great' War;
In her view, they were the noblest dead of all.
It was said, that all those who attended
Always had a spiffing, thoroughly good time.
They wined and dine and everything was just fine.
Some talked reverently about historic
Victories that marked the 'End of all War.'
O they recalled battle after battle,
As bottle after bottle of red wine
Was eagerly consumed. It flowed freely
As thick and red as poor soldiers' blood,
In Lady Darquiss' mansion deep in the woods.
Glasses were all raised to those long departed.
" They shall never ever be forgotten! '
Exclaimed the dear, noble Lady Darquiss.

Lady Darquiss soon became a figure
Of national renown. Indeed she was praised
And honoured by Parliament many times.
She was held in high esteem in every
Major city and every major town
Across England's fabled green and pleasant land.
Every year, thanks to her, the dead were born again.
" Never to be forgotten; the noblest dead of all! "
Unfortunately one dark day Lady Darquiss
Passed away and left her mansion and all its rich remains
To her young niece and her latest fling:
Who typically, and promptly, sold it to
A rock star and his supermodel wife.
Currently, they use it as a holiday home
Which they visit several times a year.
Now the banquet is over and only shadows remain.
But I'm sure someone, somewhere will raise a glass
And reminisce about that dear old soul: Lady Darquiss.