Poem 188: MORDRED IS CHOSEN KING

No one saw that coming.
The miscreant meant through forgery
and bad calligraphy
to bend reality
to say that Arthur was dead

then moved forward incestuous designs
for getting Guinevere into bed
and he said plainly he would wed her
which was his uncle's wife
and his father's wife

she got out fast,
took the Tower of London
 and, according to my author, suddenly
in an all haste possible
she stuffed it with all manner of victual

Mordred did not see that coming
thereafter he was passing wroth out of measure
and well nigh wood and so offered
to decapitate
the Archbishop of Caunterbury

So the bishop in his turn cursed Mordred
IN THE MOST ORGULUST WISE
THAT MIGHT BE DONE
a curse too horrible to be written down
a curse too horrible for words

and got out fast

but, at the last, Mordred had convinced a 'goodly parte off the peple'
that with him always was great joy and bliss
everybody just ate it up

See ye not what a mischief here was?

Quid plura? He was king.


but the ORGULUSTE CURSE
is in effect:
he will get no good from that

a curse too horrible to be written down
a curse too horrible for words