Acknowledment to Branwell -

his poem on cliches bump-started my grey matter into action:

"just get something on page - anything, I thought...."

 

Poor Anne of the Thousand Days,

wouldn’t stick to King Henry like glue,

the second of eight old clichés,

that fat git she just would not woo,

to his will, feisty Anne wouldn’t bend,

well, all the world’s a stage,

cut a long story short,

he got in a rage,

did the grumpy old fart,

said it just wasn’t cricket,

that she was on a sticky wicket,

thus she came to a very sticky end.