A bit of fun with personification... of an emotion.

The Legacy of Lindsay Lust

When Lindsay Lust first set her sights

on Henry, for some sport.

I wonder if she realised

the changes she would wrought.

For Henry's brain had journeyed south,

the Lady Anne, his goal.

Her flirty little glances had

set fire to his soul.

Poor Catherine sat within her rooms,

ever mindful of her fate,

and sought a way to reconcile

King Henry's lustful state.

No matter what the Pontiff warned,

whatever threats he plied;

still Lindsay Lust held Henry's whim

to make Boleyn his bride.

Our Henry didn't stop with Anne;

hot on her heels came Jane,

when that poor lass died in her bed,

we had an Anne again.

Yet Lindsay Lust just wouldn't stop

with her shenanigans,

she finished off Our Henry's reign,

with two more Catherines.

Now I know what you're all thinking,

"this story's growing old"

but did you ever contemplate

the story left untold?

Did you even once consider,

how a lustful little sprite,

could change the faith of England,

causing families to fight.

Once, England's green and pleasant past

was Catholic to the core

King Henry's choice to break from Rome

brought our nation to the floor;

all thanks to Lindsay's lusty games

two faiths are now in force.

One founded on a virgin birth,

the other, on divorce.