Sunday, December 8, 2013

Le lever du Roi

Oh!  Who’s thát there?
Why, it’s Mr Lord High Perfectbaby,
propped up on his throne.
He seems well content,
surrounded by cooing aunts.

Yet then, as had a cloud obscured the sun,
a clenched frown passes o’er his brow.
The lubberlip trembles;
a cloudburst impends.

Whatever can be the matter?
Nobody knows.  But they all know what to do.
The Queen Mother is summoned.

And while His Majesty nurses in an adjoining room,
the courtiers discuss among themselves  the various events of the day.

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