My Ancestory Poem by Phil Soar

I traced my family history back to 1453
And learnt about my ancestors and what they mean to me
The fascination haunted me, as I re-traced it all
Recording as I did, on post-its, stuck upon my wall
Kings and Queens, all sorts of things, began to paint the scene
Of how my family lived their lives, and none of it was clean
I found so much of interest, that it kept me up for days
Recording things I'd rather not, of all their wicked ways
They really were a filthy lot, performing everywhere
Sometimes as fools, without some rules, as if they didn't care
I wish I hadn't started, as the history was solved
Of how these people carried on, and how their world evolved
I think I'd rather not have known, how lurid they all were
I should have called my mother, and blamed it all on her!