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I will now be turning some of my posts into poems that will be published in my first book of poetry, titled ‘Wooing the Muse’.
To Hell With Britania
by
Jon Presco
Copyright 2016
I just don’t know where to get started today
All my favorite topics – are at bat!
What a line up!
Let’s start with a Family Feud over Art!
What can I say? My daughter, Heather Hanson,
was a tenacious and cunning contestant
for the Rose of the World Art,
and did come away with some Rosamond prints
and no father! Hurrah for Team Hanson!
And, where is our Fair Muse
Rena of the Isles?
In a tower in Bozeman reciting a thousand poems
that could save England, if she only knew.
She sounded the pipers to muffle my Bohemian cry
To hell with my wounded and bloody heart.
What would Princess Di have to say
about Brexit, the Great Divorce and Break-up
that has dwarfed her divorce from the Royal House of Wiudsor
and Britain!
Then there is the sale of the lighthouse at Noss Head
that was the Dark Tower of my rival, Ian Sinclair
who got me evicted, thrown out, of a knight templar yahoogroup
we belonged to.
Now, we are both gone with the wind
as thousands march – to be let back in!
“How the mighty have fallen!”
“He who laughs last – laughs best!”
Ian Sinclair hated my Denis de Rougemont posts
that connected me to the a co-founder of the European Union.
He hated that I am named after John the Baptist
‘The Nazarite for Life’.
Ian knew nothing about the Nazarites,
nor did Pinkham, who I accused of selling Titles
with his other dimension tours
That rehashed a Tea Party
A white rabbit
and a girl named Alice
I was defamed – and banned!
“Off with his head!”
Then, here come some ‘Prankster’
with his Nazi Golf Balls
giving Casey Farrell a run for his money
with his ‘Green Swastika’ Nordic Speel.
“Is there no rest for the wicked?”
Nay! Nay! We have all been cast out
but, Fair Rosamond in her Labyrinth
wearing ear muffs
while the Old Empire knocks on the door of her bower.
Help me! Help me!
I am a lonely shut-in!
Rosamond Press 
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Our national Madman!