Eyes across a banquet hall
Pageantry and dance
As the princelings of this line
Other lines supplant
Claims and politics abound
Priests and scholars play
Interpretive, this history
All the court dismayed
Heads may roll upon a line
A chapter or a verse
To the Tower those that fall
Or a fate that’s worse
Tudor or Plantagenet
Plays the old refrain
Down the centuries we find
All the games remain
Once it was the will of God
And seed of marriage bed
Now it is the stock exchange
Or what the media said.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

“Once it was the will of God
And seed of marriage bed
Now it is the stock exchange
Or what the media said.”
YES! Amen sister!
Thanks Roxi, just goes to prove that the more things chang the more they stay the same!! π
The punch-verse is great! However, I really loved the use of language in the first three stanzas. Lovely.
Thanks so much..yes I did tend to veer from medieval to modern timing a bit suddenly at the end! π
I love the closing verse, too. Awesome, Helen!
Thank you – yes, the more things change, the more they stay the same I think…. π