Game of Thrones
Corruption and deformity
must haunt the major dynasty:
a scheming witch, licentious imp,
a severed hand, sadistic prince;
suggestions of incest, perhaps,
and Charles Dance wearing gravitas.
Let there be dragons far beyond
commanded by a fiery blonde,
whose husband looks like Genghis Khan -
though she might be a lesbian.
That head he’s skewered on his knife
once played a gay bloke in This Life.
Intrigue shall occupy the court
and many parts must needs be short –
just long enough to lose their eyes,
their limbs or what’s between the thighs.
The chief amongst the hangers-on
resembles Peter Mandelson.
Have something horrible up North
that’s threatening to lumber forth
and overcome a wall of ice,
to frit us with its fearsome voice.
The widows weep, the virgins scream –
I shall not visit Aberdeen.
Procure a score of odalisques
for ornament, to flash their tits
and give a soldier some respite -
but hang on, love, that can’t be right.
Look, she’s had a Brazilian!
The Dark Ages are brilliant.