Randoms by Rach

Birthday Of Historical Proportions

The Great Hall shines with prismed light
As banners wave with all their might
Upon the bench, the centrepiece
Surrounded by one dozen geese,
A quarter stag, a loin of veal,
Stuffed chickens, sturgeon, grace this meal
By my side sits Francis Drake,
A good friend (but that’s all he’ll make)
His gift, a pendant packed with jewels,
Made me, for a moment, drool
But, while I’m fond of Frankie-boy
His gift was just another ploy
To win my heart (which shall not turn)
Oh, will that playboy ever learn?

A sugar plum excites my tongue
It takes me back to days of young,
My mother, the Queen Ann Boleyn,
Obsessed with staying trim and thin,
So, all her sweets were passed to me
And I accepted them with glee
Back to today, my birthday treat
Determines cakes and strawberries, sweet
Shall pass my lips, go to my hips,
But so what? I’m now forty-six!
A long life, I already claim
And, I’m sure, I’ll go down in fame
So, to the food, I raise a toast,
“My birthday repast thrills me most.”

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