Cleopatra of Evesham

Abstract

I drove the jag, The family jaguar, Into the river, The river Avon. There was my Actium, My asp, My library burning. My daughter, it was – She spilled the beans, Food to take with me, Food for the journey From this world To where I was going, Thin as a rake. Let us dine on brains, Mummified brains Served with butter, Oil, thyme, the way He’d enjoy them, He who seduced me, Married me, loved me, Gave me a daughter Spilling the beans Of daddy’s affair.