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TRYING FOR A HEIR
The noise of passion fills the air
As the king tries to sire his heir,
To continue the dynasty
Placed on the throne by history.
The king is ruler in the 'sack'
As queen does homage on her back.
The royal bodies, there entwined
in the four-poster bump and grind
Until, at climax of the deed,
The king bestows his royal seed
To impregnate the queenly womb
In confines of the state bedroom.
When he has got the 'heir and spare',
I doubt he'll long be content there.
Mistresses he may take on side
Who'll find out what he's like to ride.
He'll sire bastards in his image
Who'll raise eyebrows in a village.
As the king tries to sire his heir,
To continue the dynasty
Placed on the throne by history.
The king is ruler in the 'sack'
As queen does homage on her back.
The royal bodies, there entwined
in the four-poster bump and grind
Until, at climax of the deed,
The king bestows his royal seed
To impregnate the queenly womb
In confines of the state bedroom.
When he has got the 'heir and spare',
I doubt he'll long be content there.
Mistresses he may take on side
Who'll find out what he's like to ride.
He'll sire bastards in his image
Who'll raise eyebrows in a village.
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