Wednesday 6 May 2009

Poet Excoriate



Pange Lingua
or
How the Queen appointed her new Poet Laureate


Said Liz with a leer, "Now Duffy my dear,
I am tired of the ladies who wait.
Do you think you might care, could we possibly dare,
You aren't at all up for a queer-date?
One's begun to decay: I've gone grey on the pate,
But the fringe at my minge
Has a tinge of orynge
And the hairs on my ass are quite aureate.
If you fancy a ginge we'll go on a binge
And should courtiers cringe
Or the odd bishop whinge,
We'll tell the whole shower Go populate!"