They were good days
The servants were loyal
And I looked after them
Perhaps I was remiss
In seducing the house maids
And smacking their bottoms
Bu I am not a tyrant
Horses are my passion
I ride well in the hunt
and I am a good shot
When challenged to a duel
I might kill
But ever averse to provoke
I never apologise
or renege on a bet
Everywhere esteemed
But now I am imprisoned
My comments on the book
of John Knox
“The Blast of the Trumpet
Against the Monstrous
Regiment of Women”
Was a big mistake
The Queen is not amused
Perhaps I should apologise
To be forgiven
And return home
To my horses
and loyal servants
THE DIVINE HERESIES 