The sea carries
Upon the breeze,
The beach despises
The sea’s surprise,
The cliff tops trim
The beach’s brim,
The blackcap sores
On it’s applause,
The man on top
Makes the seagull stop.
The street for home
Is as straight as Rome,
The rain that falls
As strong as Gaul,
The crown he wears
Keeps the water there,
The king is back
To make his mark,
As sheets are spoiled
And women oiled.
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