With greensleeves.
Vain Tudor,
One seater.
Anglican, post-Catholic
Destructor of the Shrines.
Egotistical obesity and
Headless Ann Boleyn.
Became a robot man,
Moved with mechanics.
Blood all but settled in a
Heart of steel.
His battery run down at 55 –
Monks, Monks, Monks!
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