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Disgruntled by uncertainty. He said to his assembled staff, Entirely on his own behalf, ‘The High Command will now decide To carry on the fight outside.’ Emerging somewhat sheepishly He then declared a victory. ‘The Army’ he said, ‘can’t be found To keep me buried underground. We need a plan, which will possess Strategical far sightedness, A military, broad based scheme Such as an Eisenhower might dream, A plan a Rommel might have had To put it over good King Bad.’  They hummed and hemmed and hawed and er-ed To bad King Good the thought occurred His High Command were at a loss Then someone said, ‘Let’s waste him Boss.’ This was one of the Under Cooks Who’d read too many comic books. For several minutes, fraught, The King stood, wrapped in silent thought, While all the time his Higher Staff Were gravely trying not to laugh. The King was somewhat ill at ease In terms of Damon Runyonese, But finally he said, ‘Okay. Who is the Duty Spy today? Send somebody to get him here.’ And made the cook a Brigadier, Which as the Queen said, had to be The ultimate stupidity. ‘Wars are not won’ they heard her say, ‘By burning porridge every day.’ Wearing his very best disguise And rubbing sleep dust from his eyes, The Duty Spy eventually Reported to his C in C. The King began without delay. He said, ‘I’ll brief you right away. For Information: You are late. Intention: To eliminate. Object: King Bad, and Method: Thus, Cross over with the least of fuss Approach him while his Army drills,

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A PAIR OF KINGS  

Medieval hegemony and bread making for the under fives

A PAIR OF KINGS  

Medieval hegemony and bread making for the under fives

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