I could write an epic poem
(And have written quite a few...

Over the years I've been on a journey
I just don't know where I'm destined to go...

I haven't cried for ages.
But this upset me so...

I spend my days mostly feeling blue
And wishing you and I weren't through...

Do you remember Bosworth?
Yes, I remember well...

It takes much more effort to get ready
Than all you men would care to think...

I always know when I am drunk.
It's obvious to see...

I saw her at the Yule Ball with hair golden like...
She looked at me in passing, but greeting there...

People tell me not to move on so fast
And especially not to one of his friends...

Everyone raise up their glasses again
As we all get into the showbiz game...

You can forget my birthday.
Sleep with someone else...

What must Catherine of Aragon have thought when...
Her husband out of reach on his more masculine...