Absolute Twaddle: Of Crowns Won & Lost

3 March, 2020 by katelaity

mask crown sceptre


Heavy hangs the head

That last night wore the crown.

Another mask slips off

A new one there is found.

Raise your sceptre high

And wave it all around.

When morning comes

They bandy round

The newest name in the town.




[This unusually cynical rhyme brought on by the seemingly endless election cycle. Image as always via The British Library Flickr: “Gems of Literature, elegant, rare, and suggestive”– a compendium published in Edinburgh, 1866. Artist without credit.]

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