Yes, Longer
Now the tyrant knows the truth
Let the flags be furled away
Let the trumpets cry "Forsooth!"
Let the Prophets have their say
Forgetting there's a price to pay
For draining the Vermouth
Now the tyrant's shown his wrath
He's stomped his foot three times,
Crack'd, the paving of his path!
Now he sends for Captain Vimes
Saboteur of pickled limes
Guardian of the regal bath
Now the tyrant's bared his teeth
And bitten off the head of state
He's thrown it to the depths of sharks,
Those whom tide and tide berate
The queen of hearts cannot be late!
Notwithstanding such remarks
Now the tyrant's bared his soul:
Now he's peeled his armour back
To reveal to us his enormous crack,
And all that's lurking underneath
all his evils so to speak
Subsumed within the grotesque whole
Now the tyrant's gone to sleep,
Now his intellect's at bay
As his eunuchs softly weep
about their rotten day.
Now the cauldron's full of pitch
and the night is churning black,
All creation starts to itch
Seeking the unknowing knack
Now the fodders in the shaw
Now the world's at peace once more
Contributors: | P, Roland, Stacy, TG, kelsey day, Woeful, The Agent Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 7th October 1997. |