"Hey Henry, don't whack off my head,
Without it, I could end up dead,
And I do not deserve this lot
So here's a good idea I got.
I'll go away and be a nun,
But it won't stop us having fun!
You'll marry Jane, but when you're bored
You'll want the queen you once adored!
Remember how you broke your vow
When you divorced the Spanish cow?
Well Jane won't satisfy your need
When all her innards up and bleed.
You'll be distressed! You'll wanna bone
When you recall I made you moan,
And you can pay a chamber call
When I am at the convent hall."
"No Annie! This here plan won't do!
I have to rid myself of you!
I hate your guts! You had no son
God will not let you give me one!
I called the convent broad in France
And she replied, 'There's not a chance!'
She said, 'No no! It would be queer,
If Anne Boleyn was living here!
She won't fit in! She hates the pope,
Says Martin Luther's not a dope,
Her mouth is big, her hair's too long,
I'm sure we'd never get along!
She's gotta die! She must be dead
So you can have a boy instead
If Seymour croaks from giving birth
You'll find a dame with better worth!'
So, Anne, I gave the thing a try
Since I am such a sweetie pie,
But as you see, I got no choice,
With Rome, we simply have no voice!
"But Henry! You made ME the queen!
I boned you when your leg was green!
I faked it when we were in bed
So now you're gonna have my head?"
"YEP"
"Phooey..."