QUEEN’S POINT

Richard as gere you are too dear

A man to waste with such gaming
Yet you insist, so I’ll pawn to wrist
To service as bishop in such reading
As a portent of man in court weening
As a mark of weal tone in psi gleaning
A quid pro quo against cousin reaming
Desist as your row shot spleening

The guise is the thing

The crowning of king
The sceptre is but distraction
--I’ll warrant you’ll be needing
From apples and keys
To derive all wise sleeves
As wit will warrant your grand keening