A broken king has swept his Queen aside Another waits in the trembling wings Crushed, the spirit of the first. He moves to the second, And bellows His desire.
Lair! Quick, tell him he is right and proper. He will grunt and move to the bedroom with his Brave new bride.
The former Gloriana flees down a dark damp corridor to a waiting Carriage as fat as her king's gut. She stifles a dissident laugh and ponders her stars fate and Whether her head is let or late.
In the bedroom, the pig-king grunts and squeezes till eyes pop out. He is spent and ready bored, more; his back is killing him, he wonders What he's done And falls asleep.
His gut wakes his arse and his eyes The bride giggles at his girth and he wishes for the first again.
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