SECOND POST – JUNE 4, 2012 – SIR RUN RUN SHAW’S INCOMPARABLE RHYMES NOW ELEGISE “KING KENNY” IN THE LATEST ADDITION TO HIS “FUSSBALL” CYCLE.
LIVE LONG AND PROSPER, KING KENNY
For Mark the Brit and his sons, Daniel, Matthew and Jacob
In what silent sanctum of stupor-sodden sots do frumpy Welshmen wish
To overthrow the Anointed One, the scouser Scot, His Majesty, Ken Dalglish?
With leek nailed to his brow by stumpy hag; Oh! He does slide with swish,
But slinky moves on a dancing floor are but mere fluff for the Liverpuddle-ish.
“Recoronation!”, “we demand!”, shout scions of Mersey’s Dukes of Cavendish;
“And what rough blackguard have they found amongst Cardiff’s noisome fish?”
Sacrificed by ancient rebels, (an oleo of wanking wags), much more mash than mish;
Deeming our silence, obeisance, Hardly! We damn their eyes with squints so devilish.
Will Kenny, our King, go the way of Mary? Some sombre prayer and blurted, “PISH”!
Or shall he stay, a crusty gem, all freckled up, a carrot-top, a rubied imp, so Scottish.
Who can know, in this Mammon’s world, of lust and greed, ambition and mien so churlish?
What can we say when the King is gone? “Oh, it’s a game, a silly game. So don’t be so foolish.”
Sir Run Run Shaw, 2012
From the “Fussball” Cycle, Munich, Germany