During King Henry the eighth

During King Henry the eighth

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Who are you?
I’ve come to
chop off your head.
Sure you don’t want
to play heads or tails?
No! Your head!
What about Russian
roulette with the
guillotine?
No! No! No!
What about the mess?
It comes with the job.
You sure it’s my head?
Alright then,
make it quick.
Hang on! Is this Anne Boleyn’s house?
No! She lives next door.
Oops! Sorry!
Look it’s only a tiny cut!

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Not a fan of this tyrant. A horrible bloody part of our history. Far too many wives, he tired of. He was mad, but so was anyone else who married him after he had his second wife executed. Look where I headed with this :))

Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

It’s hard to believe it’s true, so bizarre you would think it was a fiction novel.
Any man who would marry six times probably needs to be hospitalized.

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Haha I agree. Must be a mad breed even mickey Rooney couldn't help himself.
Yes, it is Anne's house, didn't you see the knocker in the front door...Her head?

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

I missed it, thanks J.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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