We all know parliaments are best:
Anarchy is dead and gone,
And autocrats are frowned upon
Because enlightened people know
Elections are the way to go:
Where people chosen for their skills
Can rid the nation of its ills.
But politicians, with their zest
Their cunning and their fervent pride,
Can be (it has to be confessed)
A little on the dreary side.
Imagine, then, how it would be
To kow-tow to a motley bunch
Of hunchback dukes and noble knights,
Lusty kings with lutes and tights,
Bullies, reprobates and bores
With daddy issues, tics and flaws,
Some with cunning, guile and tact,
People just like us in fact -
Though not like us, for here’s the crunch:
Those leaders, unlike you and me.
All come from one big family.
For many years these monarchs led
Refusing to vacate the throne
Until such time as they were dead.
Their statutes, meanwhile, set in stone.
Their legacy is widely known,
We’ve seen their panelled, gilded rooms
Their tapestries, so richly sewn
Their marble vaults, their fancy tombs
But which of these were truly great
And which of them were also-rans?
Which kings met a squalid fate
And which deserved their loving fans?
The night draws in, the hour is late
The past’s a landscape to explore,
This story’s ready to relate
So let’s delve back and find out more.
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