|
HENRY
Deprived of ocean’s kingdom, his bloodline rank off-color,
Though floating, his standing caught attraction,
He wasn’t Henry VII to claim the restoration of British royal power,
He did not put together the greatness of a Tudor.
The valor of his kingdom inherited the flavor
No fish pretends of carrying,
Nor king has ever offered a better definition of stranded former splendor.
The length of his command stretched out to several years,
His life of humble fish extended to a pool,
The last of his endeavors was treated with a flush.
|
