A Surfeit of Peaches
A Surfeit of PeachesOrToo Much of a Good Thing Can Be A Bad ThingA poem to commemorate the 800th anniversary of the signing of Magna Carta on 15th June 1215
King John was a rogue and a tartar.(He murdered his poor nephew Arthur.)At fair Runnymede,His Barons decreed,He agree to the terms of their charter.
But for Lackland things soon got much worse.(Some said he was under a curse.)Legend has it a monkOff’t a cup, which when drunk,Made him call for the aid of a nurse.
Was it dysentery? Poison? Malaise?(‘Twas at Newark John ended his days.)A surfeit of peaches,So History teaches,Caused his death, due to gluttonous ways.
(c) Jonathan Green, 2015
King John was a rogue and a tartar.(He murdered his poor nephew Arthur.)At fair Runnymede,His Barons decreed,He agree to the terms of their charter.
But for Lackland things soon got much worse.(Some said he was under a curse.)Legend has it a monkOff’t a cup, which when drunk,Made him call for the aid of a nurse.
Was it dysentery? Poison? Malaise?(‘Twas at Newark John ended his days.)A surfeit of peaches,So History teaches,Caused his death, due to gluttonous ways.
(c) Jonathan Green, 2015
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