Of Britain

 

"Lord Byron, Lord Blackheart, and others, I suppose,

have risen in Britain, for what reason, lord knows...

The magic of Hogwartz, the magic of light,

for who in this world, knows magic and might?

Of eyes and great scholars, all have been had,

of spies and great ballers, all have been glad...

Those who do not speak, these riddles and rhymes,

do not belong, in these uncertain times...

MI-6 neglected, their nefarious woes,

and now there's only James Bond, and his various foes...

Prince Bishop, Prince Bishop, won't you follow my heart?

Be calm, poor commoner, because only there did it start..."

Poetry