our bloody betters

willy made george
the seventh
and endlessly talked
about saving
the elephant
silly was George
the sixth
who endlessly stalked
and loved killing
the elephant
not in thee
human royalty
dwells anything like
an elephant's majesty
​​​​​old blue blood
supposedly so pleasant
likes nothing more
than blasting pheasant
​​​​​​let us hope
the royal sorts
and their sycophantic
bloody cohorts
lose their taste
for bloody sports