Songs to Heaven's Glory

By Lord Bogtown

"The only poet in the world today who is as important as they think they"- Lord Bogtown

Satires, broadsides, translations and songs, from the ill-esteemed Lord Bogtown- encompassing such earthly delights as the death of Donald Trump, Prince Phillip's retirement, cynical meditations on humanity and unrestrained praise for our simian cousins.

        His face was Red

        His teeth were White

        But now those lips are Blue

        That once Starred twitter's pride

        And Putin's choice

        And Spangled truth

                 -  Requiem for a Trump

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lord Bogtown
• Release date: May 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386759416

Book preview

Prelude

(Bogtown)

There isn’t much in Bogtown,

just three houses

a dilapidated church

and a sign

that says

Bogtown

on it.

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There is a bog in Bogtown

it’s just the town that never came,

and if your wondering why that is

the clue is in the name.

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You can’t build much on boggy ground

they really should have known

and instead they built a village

5 miles up the road

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But they kept it named as Bogtown

though there’s some

who think it should

be renamed to plain old bog-

but it doesn’t sound as good.

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You might say Bogtown never happened

you might say bogtown never was

but it really could have been a town

if it wasn’t for the bog.

Requiem for a Trump

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Those famous hands,

that once, like mauling paws did grope,

upwards, for liberty

through her blue-green skirts

are dead now.

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His face was RED

his teeth were WHITE

but now those lips are BLUE

that once