The light flickers on... the TV screen rolls up... A prince at all times likes his position however may it be in supposition that is in opposition to the Queen's position upon this position. So today we will talk today with the Queen Of Our Great Country Canada... I think it is Canada? Yes, yes, it is. Right now... to the Queen from her place in London, uh, no, no in London England.
"Thus it is upon our arrival that it is
that we agree about this place that is Canada, that it is.
Hereupon now with and henceforward
and forthwith backward and around a bit and forever shall it be known
that I herself, am the rightful Queen of Canada, as a Democracy.
Being born as such a man, I do henceforward and forthwith and
backward and around a bit I do apologize forsooth for being suchly
born, and equipped. Not perhaps in a way that offends men, for I
aptly like their bits a bit, yet perchance I will not eulogize for
the sake of moreso offending the woman than the man. As it is a
Democracy and we have voted upon the pole, the only pole that I will
mention ever again, we have chosen this path, as it were because the
women were the only ones with any strong opinion to the question of
should the ruler be a man or a women. As perhaps almost all the
women, except an 8, a merely 8 percent upon the vast and sanguine
sheet and score, what chains upon the sky what wort am I that I might
be born en-manned, such now it is the law, the law that I must be the
very whim upon the earth a man. And such am I cast and knavely
shorn, but not of the cockles of my soul, though madly shriven and
cast upon the earth in such a pickle that even the madrigals of
madmen who caterwaul about the men instead of the woman and castigate
cat-glances against those that caterwaul drunkenly inside... save
one. I might have hope, I might have day! Entranced am I but of
this earth, this worth, of worldly loam. Thus must I dress forever
more and foreword as a woman, forever whipped into place by the
auspices of my betters, that being the many and no more the few. The
hay is mine inside the gay no place to stay outside the gay.... may
Democras-ism ever be here to stay, within my loins ever to be...
voted by Democracy. The earth, the banks, the buttocks, and the
peniss ever more shall we erect the foundry of our tradition upon the
earth, and seminal words shall lick our lips like the praise ever
upon the buttocks of the bold, the powerful, the brave, ever to be
lost in the bottle, never to find the words for hope forever after.
Save Democracy the powerful the she-dragon of the apocalypse, who
shall bring back religion undivided from the state, and with each
failure impress the world with its heresy that never would they vote
for. And let us say that is un-Democractic and wage war now that our
Nelly of a mother is out of the house, we will all play dress up, and
an nay, and a nay, and a nay, a nanny nay!
