Ramble threw a kingdom

Ramble threw ah kingdom….

You see the winging butterfly
does it hear the angels sigh
No need to raise a needle high
to pass camel’s through it’s eye

New
I wonder why your crying
there’s no one to hear but me
No words that are not lying
or special glass, that I might see

You know that if you call
then scurries to your side
Holding hands at faker’s ball
but lost they are of pride

Great no, only adventures will unfold
Telling tales, or do they stay not told

Why does the throne maker
not sit upon his seat
Why does the shoe maker
always have bare feet
Why is the bread makers belly
never full.
How can we live as men, like this
and not think others cruel

Do we really decorate
or paper over cracks
Can we seek what is truth
should we hide from facts
Are slate for stopping water
that our house is never cleaned
Why are our youth so disrespectful
could it be, to early weaned

Stories they got started when we let Eden’s garden close
Was Eve not the one caught, wearing slinky sexy hose

If I start to fall apart it’s not the fault of glue
No my dear I’m afraid, it’s more likely to be you

When April sat upon my knee was it not a heavy month,
June I found much lighter, and
January, Feb and May, a much happier bunch.
Presently we all will fill our bellies,
sit with silly hat on head, gorged before our tellies
Then sales begin, heralding triumphs around the horn
Mother stands at kitchen sink smiling
Does she not understand, why all is so forlorn

Catch the number twenty two, completion of the set
Baron is the prince at pleasing, palace for hire
Searching for permanent heir to thrones, not an easy get
Cracked is humpty with his shame, he was a good egg
Pressures of escapism from cooks frying pan, to fire
Some are now streets singers, apart from those that beg

Darkest wood in nursery kingdom, does not our knight shy
Made from plastic, it’s the heat that troubles most
After humpty loses crown all were on a high
Tradition first, then good old common sense we toast
Describes our best ever journey but found her vessel dry

And now we find minister of marriage, carries bourdon well
His organ has no grinder, so slowly finds the notes
Privately delights with miss, at the eloquent preferential pad
Admonishment attained, by godly collared parson’s anecdotes
Critics all found guilty, acquiring logic by way of spell

Cast aside like castaway, needing sight of a ships fair sail
Forever now purveying purist thoughts throughout purgatory
As like executioner the storyteller finds, these ladies are to fail
Removed their heads along with vows, draped in all their glory
Six it was a figure round by number, as Henry would prevail

Long will this king live,

                                                      In memory only…..