For Essex, when he told the Queen that no job
would be too hard for him, a blow job
was his reward, but soon he met his death
quite blown away by Queen Elizabeth.
Here is the moral for ambitious suitors
of women who behave like queens who're Tudors:
have them french you, frolicking freebooters,
but watch your back when you have lost your kudos.
This poem is a follow-up to the poem I wrote yesterday, “Less Sex than Essex”.
6/17/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a well expressed poem...