Sunday, October 01, 2017
Royal Arrival
Lills bit short in one category: Beauty.
But the figurative, and sometimes literal,
line forms, of young fellows just fine with
that.
Unfortunately, she awaits Her Prince.
And that, literal.
He’d come, just have to be patient.
She’s that.
And one day!
Well he IS a Prince, listed in a joke book
called The Peerage.
From some Eastern European dump
periodically fractured by war involving
great powers who scoff at the quaint natives.
As they always do.
At any rate, Lills sees young and blond when
he’s really faded and crushed. Resembling
a middle aged crossing guard at a tough school.
And bent, shuffling to his wedding station
with a Best Man whose last name consisted
only of consonants.
Fairly negative picture, but...
Well...a dick like that of a horse!
(My children insisted I write this last.)
Labels: beauty, expectations in love, middle age, Prince, reality, Royalty
Monday, December 12, 2016
The More Things Change
During the year-long celebration
of King Mongroid's 60th Birthday,
he suddenly died at a gluttonous
banquet.
King Desnerplait folded into
the celebrations, putting off
the official funeral for a year.
He soon dismissed the Southern
Castle's load of physicians, and
stocked it full of even more women.
Wine, Woman, Song, etc an understatement
concerning Plait, as the peasants called him.
The Northern Castle was peopled mostly
by herbalists, grinding potions for the
king which were entirely harmless.
Something worked though. He is 96 presently,
and states he will live forever.
As courtiers oiling everywhere in government and
commerce, his agree!
Labels: courtier, harem, herbs, kiss-ass, long life, Royalty, sex, women
Wednesday, May 04, 2016
Face the Nation 2120
We start with videos of “Rascal.”
The Royal Child, now three.
Then Denise Armbruster and I, per
usual, interview the King.
“I’m so happy, again, that you afford me
the opportunity to talk to my people!--
although your opening segment
featured one as yet uncivilized!”
We all laugh. And, as His hobby is History,
end up discussing the old vile parties,
Delegates, and Repeaters.
Most instructive!
There follows a plea for the miners in Montana
to put down their arms.
“”I promise Absolute Amnesty if you act within
twenty-four hours!”
Naturally, we praise his generosity, and of course,
allude to the Queen’s lovely prayer for the miners’
wives and children!”
Running as a banner across the bottom of the screen
as we again speak of the irrepressible Rascal!
Labels: American Royalty, Future of Democracy, Royalty, Triumph of American Royalists
Monday, March 07, 2016
The Learning Process
-I thought I’d ask.
-Good Republican? Easy.
Fuck the little guy!
-Been there! Done that!
-Yeah, but where’s the follow-through?
-How so?
-Shame the lazy bastard then!
-Must work on my ridicule!
-Good attitude! Well, like, dismissed!
-Many many thanks!
-Whoa? What’s this?
-Show respect.
-You call THAT a kowtow?
Labels: bowing and scraping, kowtow, Republican, REpublican philosophy, Republican thought, respect, Royalty, subservience
Friday, December 30, 2011
The Greeting
The first time
you said the usual
hello and they swept back
"Your Majesty!" you glimpsed your life as
misery thereafter, since those who lick can bite.
Labels: courtier, position, Royalty
