Born at the Nile’s cradle; blessed by mother and death’s tale,
Then, the infant years carried among the Peloponnese domes.
Fathered by mighty Romulus’ brood and journey the globe,
Till at last, manhood beseeches amongst the Virgin Queen.
Worthy of song, by the greatest of troubadours, is this gift,
And therefore, grand jury, the notary stands proud before you.
Fair point, such a history that is commended before you
Is, without a doubt, a grand precursor for a greater tale.
For now we must turn to the refined and industrial gift,
As age is simply there as a pillar to youth’s domes.
This masterpiece of modern engineering is my queen,
And I shall travel to preach her gospel across the globe.
Ha! Amazed I am that youth’s arrogance stops at the globe.
We have gathered to consider the greater, so I ask you,
Fail not in your task to consider entertainment’s queen!
Masterful she preaches and performs many a great tale,
With a frown and a smile she enchants in her majestic domes.
Dismiss not, for modern foolery, such a splendid gift!
Ah! Such scorn against Ptolemy, the Second’s gift!
The child of “The Wheel of Life” has astounded the globe,
Enthralled and intoxicated are those that enter its domes.
But the solicitor of ancient ruins comes to you,
And begs mercy for a lesser teller of many a tale.
I, though, shall await the verdict of the King and the Queen.
Behold, the Scottish Lady, she reeks of despair, that queen
Enthrals all the senses, as she devours Macduff’s gift.
Aghast the crowds would not heed the warnings of this tragic tale
If it were to be malformed to suit other places than “The Globe”.
For the proximity of the sweat and blood cries out to you,
The judges, once you suffer by smell and feel in splendid domes.
Suffer you do indeed in this troubadour’s petty domes.
For you could not see the tempestuous eyes of such a queen,
Nor, the propinquity allow audibility, for you
Would marvel at the silence of this grand, marvellous gift.
Not so the ruler of modern leisure across the globe,
Thunder and Lightning as loud and clear as must for this tale!
Hush! For now you shall bare and accept the sentence for each gift.
The King and the Queen bring forth and speak the will of all the globe.
Both domes shall state, along their rigours, many a fanciful tale!
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