Lions Ode to Kitty

Short and not so great poem from Henry Tudor VIII to Kitty Howard

A caged lion I roar

"Don't dance for me you concert whore"

She winked at me and begged for time

"If only you gave me the chance I could make you mine."

Vowed never will I love again

"You will do just fine, but only this one time.

She galloped like a horse with speed to my bed chamber and cried "Indeed!"

Blinded I fell into her trap, married the wretched scrap.

I found one day, lying on her back. the Pepper boy he made me snap

Oh no My Lion it is not as it seems she cried her plea

With a wave of my hand her head did slip. She dug that grave lay in the pit.

Now the Lions Kitty has paid. The Lion will always have it his way.