The mind is a compact, multiply connected thought mass with internal connections of the most intimate kind. It grows continuously as new thought masses enter it, and this is the means by which it continues to develop.

Riemann

Perhaps the whole vortex of the great globe is vivified by a soul of the same kind, which is the reason why the laws of the system are observed, and all things are compensated. The whole world is one vortex vivified by God.

Leibniz



Today's Elites


Saturday, January 28, 2012

London Town is burning down

(Yet Still Unfinished Thingumbob Rhyme)

London Town is burning down
But Lords and Ladies never quail
If rot and ruin do them assail
They may rue to move from town

Now they say the Queen is ailing
"London Bridge" is surely failing
Oh dear! -- the King to be
Is a twit of the highest degree

Hark! What new melody do we hear?
Hollywood now comes to court--
Oh shite! 'Tis but to mock and fleer
The royal hope and plans abort?

The Queen a new stratagem doth embolden--
And so in dulcet tones with royal skill
She now proclaims peace and good will
Alas! Spoiled by yon cursed piano golden.

Ay me! The Prince has toppled upside down
'Tis no doubt an omen for the state's distress.
The Queen in regal dudgeon with Brexit mess
Is not amused in quondam jolly London town.

Prince Charles, he that wisely with plants communes
Alarum most dire to Commonwealth doth give--
The end is nigh! We have yet eighteen months to live!
Horrors. Climate science doth foretell the Druid runes.

Prince Andrew now flees the scene
Most vile obloquy 'tis daily written
The monarch's favorite thus smitten
New Annus horribilis plagues the Queen.

New year-- Oh woe! Oh lack-a-day!
What new ills ravage now the Queen?
'Tis said her pique now knows no stay
'Gainst Harry and Meghan lets fly her spleen.

In Royals' very bosom! Revolting show--
Abandon princely titles and go packing?
Harry, Meghan now mere commoners low?
The blood, the regal blood was lacking.


"Tis said Prince Philip whilom did proclaim
That deadly virus himself be reincarnate
To quash the peasants o'er breeding at the gate
How now Corona -- is his royal wish to blame?


The King to be is off his royal head
But now with virus he in bed
The name's the thing to crown the king--
Blasted irony where is thy sting?



(Written During the Late London Riots,updated upon News of Queen's being "under the weather," 2018 Christmas chat, Prince Philip crash, Queen's warning on Brexit, Prince Andrew Epstein issue, now Meghan & Harry, et tu?, Philip goes viral, Charles in bed with virus)

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