Heirs, Apparent-ly

Heirs, Apparent-ly

I dare to share, upon the aire,
A new ap-peer-ance of an Heir,
Although not clear, but rightly fair,
How an heir, with longish hair,
And standing 6 feet in the air,
With bride and love in life to share,
Who’s youthful looks doth compare
Not to her own ancestry she Heirs,
And a son for whom they both care,
Whose years are, if I dare,
Far from possibility to bare,
Doth NOW come forth, claimed as theirs,
And She, our Baroness, shows not a bit of wear?
(Save for the urchins that currently tear
Through house and home and everywhere,
Though, for their sake, cherub faire)

Albeit said and question aired,
Life and limb, I here declare,
In pledge of service will I swear,
When, that is, oh, ye, the Heirs,
Both of whom, with longish hair,
One 6 feet tall, one barely there,
Are rightly placed in royal faire.
Till then, my friends, you best beware,
You are being watched by a Trouba-dare!

Emma