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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365976" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Red Petticoat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were no beauty, Anne Boleyn, <br>Your skin too dark, not fair, <br>Your eyes were brown, tho' almost black, <br>And dark, your dark brown hair; <br>'Not handsome, ' the Ambassador<br>From Venice would opine, <br>But everyone agreed, your slender neck<br>Was very fine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your sister Mary wooed the King, <br>And took him to her bed, <br>She'd thought that she could win; he stayed<br>With Catherine, instead, <br>For Harry never dignified<br>The whores he conquered, when<br>The skirts he couldn't raise were far<br>More Queenly, then, to him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your eyes, they sparkled, led him on, <br>Your lips they told him 'No! '<br>'I would not have my liege, my prince<br>Think badly of me so! '<br>For seven years you pouted, swore<br>Undying love could wait, <br>Until he gained the great divorce, <br>Re-sought the wedded state.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, Anne Boleyn, the only sin<br>You sought was to be free, <br>To choose the man you would adore, <br>Not bound by some decree, <br>But Percy was then barred from court<br>As Wolsey warned him off, <br>And Wyatt's gentle poetry<br>Was merely Courtly Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be demure and gentle, <br>Acquiesce in Henry's plans, <br>Was not the way of Anne Boleyn, <br>You used your pressing charms.<br>You could be stubborn, quarrelsome<br>As all in court could hear, <br>Chapuys called you a 'she-devil', <br>A woman men should fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so it was with Thomas More, <br>You helped him disappear, <br>By whispering words of hatred in<br>King Henry's willing ear, <br>Your tongue brought Cardinal Wolsey down, <br>It ended Fisher's life, <br>You built your store of Karma as<br>Our Good King Henry's wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You had a bright red petticoat<br>Worn underneath your smock, <br>You'd laugh and flirt outrageously, <br>Excessively, de trop, <br>But you could not provide the heir<br>To bolster Henry's worth, <br>The first born was a pretty girl, <br>The next two died at birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mark Smeaton played a pretty song<br>And to your chamber came, <br>With young Sir Henry Norris<br>And your brother, George Boleyn, <br>Sir Francis Weston, Brereton, <br>Would come to dance and sue<br>Their Courtly Love, but soon it turned<br>More sinister for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jane Seymour fixed her eye on him, <br>Your oh, so loving lord, <br>And he began to wonder why<br>He'd blessed you with his word, <br>He asked of Thomas Cromwell<br>That he snoop, and spy, and bring<br>Such evidence that he might break<br>Your marriage bond to him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Treason! For adultery, <br>And incest with Boleyn! <br>You wept and claimed your innocence, <br>But none were listening.<br>The men were taken to the tower, <br>And then to Tower Hill, <br>The axeman swung his greedy blade<br>And watched the five heads spill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But not the axe for you, my Queen, <br>Your long and slender neck<br>Was much too fine to butcher, <br>To receive such scant respect.<br>They brought a swordsman from Calais, <br>A Frenchman for the Queen, <br>A master of his craft, he'd make<br>One slice, both swift and clean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so you tied your dark brown hair<br>Up high, to bare your neck, <br>You donned your bright red petticoat<br>No blood would show on that; <br>You gave your speech at Tower Green<br>Then knelt in whispered prayer, <br>The swordsman stood well back, his sword<br>Was hidden in the straw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With one swift, powerful stroke, the blade<br>Made sure that you were dead, <br>Your lips still moved in muttered prayer, <br>Your eyes rolled in your head. <br>King Henry heard the news while he<br>Rode gaily, hunting deer, <br>And thought once of your petticoat...<br>Then rode to Jane Seymour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">27 May 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Your skin too dark, not fair, 
Your eyes were brown, tho' almost black, 
And dark, your dark brown hair; 
'Not handsome, ' the Ambassador
From Venice would opine, 
But everyone agreed, your slender neck
Was very f..."></div>
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