A Surfeit of Peaches

A Surfeit of Peaches

Or

Too Much of a Good Thing Can Be A Bad Thing

A poem to commemorate the 800^th anniversary of the signing of Magna Carta on 15^th June 1215

King John was a rogue and a tartar.

(He murdered his poor nephew Arthur.)

At fair Runnymede,

His Barons decreed,

He agree to the terms of their charter.

But for Lackland things soon got much worse.

(Some said he was under a curse.)

Legend has it a monk

Off’t a cup, which when drunk,

Made him call for the aid of a nurse.

Was it dysentery? Poison? Malaise?

(‘Twas at Newark John ended his days.)

A surfeit of peaches,

So History teaches,

Caused his death, due to gluttonous ways.

(c) Jonathan Green, 2015