Anne Boleyn Saved the Day

I came across a tale one day about a hatchet on display a crowd be had an oddity I see no man but only me mind pays less, its tales interest as time goes fast like growing grass the tailor comes and sits right down the storyteller's not around then, frightfully in front of me fate dealt a blow, the hatchet be from whence it came I know not where as if it fell out of thin air from behind me, a voice I heard a manly voice in every word said please excuse me buttercup was meant for me I stood right up to see who made that teasing sound and while I stood I turned around I could not see a single man except, a lady with a fan who held it upright to her face are you dear sir in the right place my presence here I came to hear about that hatchet over there what of that caused your purviews about its tale, it spreads like news there's no such tale, they only lied our harm in jail, they tried to hide that tale began in Wilson's years we tried and tried but no one cares since there's no tale what is the point nothing to write or to exploit you're a writer ... and unemployed mayhaps unlike, poor Anne Boleyn I like the way you made that sound I need a bit of your background start with your name it's Alice Paul let's spread the news at DC Mall.