A history rhyme
Edward the martyr
(Edward king of England 962-78)
Edward was a martyr
half brother hated his guts
thinking he was smarter
slashed, stabbed and cuts
(deceased)
few people missed him
tantrums and cockiness
maybe he was sightly dim
before getting in a mess
Edwards bones stashed together
miracles them bones did dawn
whether it was indeed the weather
or doggies on graveyard lawn
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