Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

James I - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

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The child of Mary Queen of Scots,
A shifty mother's shiftless son,
Bred up among intrigues and plots,
Learned in all things, wise in none.
Ungainly, babbling, wasteful, weak,
Shrewd, clever, cowardly, pedantic,
The sight of steel would blanch his cheek,
The smell of baccy drive him frantic.
He was the author of his line--
He wrote that witches should be burnt;
He wrote that monarchs were divine,
And left a son who--proved they weren't!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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