Carny Day

Its wet and drear in London dear, the pomp in on full trope Though hope is gone, not dead for Jesus is the only hope! Its foolish to trust in others; dopes.' In robes and words In fear and force, its hackneyed ethos, solid dross of course One hundred mill, so bums can sit.' and ears listen to Waffle and some titter, and scraps and traps such slippery Tounges we'll no doubt hear, yet will we sum? A throne of Gold in a nation sold, to the w e f, just same old same old.' The crowds are thin, not much the din' dis-enchantment is Setting in.' geriatrics in phylactics gather and throng how Can such traversitys continue on? Food in piles is stored Away, as childen are hungered, its the British way.' Some Vassels also, it seems agree although; their people need To be set free.! Free to thrive to grow and prosper, yet to no Reason i now return, to the parody of vanitys and a useless Crown ' thats just the head though, i'll make this clear on A British day of pomp and drear, might he take a little trip? Before the throne..As ascends he it.' Twould be indicative of The wider nation, that needs a real King not this Abberation.'