The Revolution Poem by Owain Glyn

'The Peasants are revolting, Sire, they're not so far away'
'What of the bloody Pheasants, man, whose Pheasants did you say? '
'I said that it was PEASANTS, Sire, they're not too far away'
'Well tell them I can't see them now, my tailor's on his way.'

'I don't think they will listen, Sire, they've got no food to eat, '
'They've got no clothes upon their backs, or shoes upon their feet.'
'You mean to say they're naked, man, that's very indiscreet, '
'Go and fetch some Quail's eggs and some roast Flamingo meat.'

'But what about the Peasants, Sire, they're almost at the gate? '
'Throw them bread and dripping, man, and say they'll have to wait.'
'I don't think that will help, Sire, they're all fired up with hate, '
'They think you're pretty out of touch, and past your sell-by date.'

'Then call the Palace Guard out, man, it's what I pay them for, '
'Once they've shot a few of them they won't come back for more.'
The Palace Guard is fleeing, Sire, they're heading for the door, '
'They've thrown away their rifles and the uniforms they wore.'

'I'll have their heads, I really will, It's treason, don't you know, '
'And after all I've done for them, that they should treat me so.'
'If you want my advice, Sire, I think that you should go, '
'It could be suicidal, Sire, to hold the status quo.'

'Alright, then get my jewels, which are underneath the bed, '
'Don't put them in the Limousine, we'll use the Ford instead.'
'Who is that behind you, man, his clothes all stained in red? '
'He seems to be quite angry, he's just chopped off my head! '

'Will that be all, Sire?
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