I am thinking of starting to blog once a month at first and participating in at least one poetry Friday a month. This is just a test to see if it links to my Facebook from my website correctly. I hope you like my poem.
“Rufus the Red” a seedy sort,
sort of mean and kind of short,
short of temper, craving stature
never married, couldn’t catch her.
Henry wed six times, it’s true.
True grief happens to kings too.
Two beheaded, another died
for lasting love, you know he tried.
William III and Mary II
At first her tears, they fell like rain.
Reign with William? Think again.
A gain for Mary in the end
equal partner, lifelong friend.
Courtly stress, no king no less.
Less courting time a royal mess.
Mess soon over I suppose
when they heard the queen propose.
Elizabeth please tell us why,
why as the years go rolling by,
by and by, you’re lovely still
you made it last, just you and Phil.
© 2016 by Ken Slesarik
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