In
871 the throne was filled
By
one who came most highly billed.
There is a great deal to
relate
About this king we now call
“Great”.
Alfred fought the Danes with
vigour,
Noble knight and regal
figure
Promoter
of the English book,
A
worthy king, a lousy cook.
The
story goes one windswept night,
While
hiding from the Danish might
In
boggy marshland, cold and wet
Within
the plains of Somerset
A
kindly peasant so ‘tis told,
Bade
Alfred come in from the cold.
Our
king was left to mind the fire
Where
scrumptious cakes were quickly rising
But with
a sense of looming dread
And
war-like worries in his head
King Alfred
let them burn instead.
(An
act we’ll hardly find surprising).
King
Alfred died in 899
Son
Edward was the next in line.
He
spent a lot of time at war
And
kept the throne till 924.
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