The Bastard
May. 20th, 2009 03:49 pmFollowing on from the last entry, here's my poem about William the Conqueror. Its age can be gauged by the reference to Britannica. My set of battered, rabbit-eaten encyclopaedias- inherited from my grandfather- went to Oxfam a while back- long after I had abandoned them for Wikipedia.
THE BASTARD
When William the bastard bust his gut
In a riding mishap (his war horse burned
Its foot in the smoking ashes of Mantes-
A town he’d had a problem with)
They took him to his abbey in
And there he may or may not have seen
A spectral procession of those he’d had
Chopped up, chopped down, burned out and raped-
And thus he may or may not have confessed
To having been a hard, cruel man-
“May God forgive me and may the monks
I’m funding here pray hard for my soul.”
But anyway he died- and his barons,
Remembering important engagements elsewhere,
Tootled off. And his servants poked him,
Cautiously, to be sure he was harmless,
Then stripped him of his rings and fled
And left him on the floor of the Abbey,
Naked- where he putrefied.
I thought I’d better check the facts
In Britannica. His married life,
It says, "was singularly pure".
O right, so he was a good guy then...
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Date: 2009-05-21 12:12 am (UTC)Yep, reminds me of a certain public figure here who has a model marriage who shall be nameless.
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Date: 2009-05-21 09:32 am (UTC)On the other hand some of the bravest and noblest defenders of liberty have been notorious rakes.
A person's behaviour in the bedroom is no guide to his/her behaviour in public life.
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Date: 2009-05-21 10:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-21 11:26 am (UTC)