Dear dead Victoria
Rotted cosily;
In excelsis gloria,
And R. I. P.
And her shroud was buttoned neat,
And her bones were clean and round,
And her soul was at her feet
Like a bishop’s marble hound.
Albert lay a-drying,
Lavishly arrayed,
With his soul out flying
Where his heart had stayed.
And there’s some could tell you what land
His spirit walks serene
(But I’ve heard them say in Scotland
It’s never been seen).
(Dorothy Parker)
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