A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS

A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS

 

I shall reward  thee for a penny for thine thoughts

King  Penda said.

 

“Thou keep making false promises

Steal my thoughts

Mine children are famished!”

The mayor of Peinge refused.

The Croydon canal flew murky

As a soup gone wrong

Under their feet.

Disease de jour was cholera

Though syphilis drove many up to wall:

the sailors

harlots,

Queens and Kings

Ladies and Noblemen

No body was immune to dark seduction of syphilis.

 

King Penda escaped the Syphilis

Only narrowly

Drunk pale ale

Day and night

But he was parched

He needed water

And his judgement was poor

Was caught many times

With his pants down

Mounting his horse

Mistaking it as his dear Queen.

 

The mighty  Penda

The founder of dear penny

Was now a disgrace.

 

He needed a solution

To his ill disposition soon.

So he tried again

The mayor of Painge:

The mighty alchemist

Who turned base metal to gold

For his Saxon King

Many times before.

 

“Make thy water pure again

For I will reward you for a shiny penny!”

 

"I won't fall thine false words

Nay no more! Show me the shiny penny

I will make the water pure for thee!"

 

So the Saxon King showed his mayor

The shiny penny.

The alchemist put the purifying 

Agent in the Croydon canal

And made the water purer than

Gold.

 

The King and his subjects drank 

Pale ale less than before

 

And this where the word a penny for your thoughts 

Comes from .