I saw an image today,
A cold image,
Past history does inflame,
The king, a theatrical hermaphrodite, oh please, not again.
You claim, relation ties',
Conflict here, does tell that stale lie,
Our beautiful community of hermaphrodites', do you offend ?
Leave it out, or our furthering political ties', will bend,
Do you understand, my friend,
Is it, not derogatory, best at still,
You do offend, the human grace,
Of our beautiful hemapohrodites'
Within our human race.
Furthering political ties'; abandonment of past events',
We wish for clear skies'.
Like the rain that falls' from the sky,
Washing away the political lie.
Leave the lie to die,
An image of, what you like,
Our people to eat,
The political route,
To stir-fry, you and your dirty lie.
Of past community events',
Our people, our lives',
A true way, awaits',
When images' of king George,
Do you portray,
Though fashion was it best display,
Are not you the one whose say'
Lets' display the fashion of the day.
