Young he was and sound ‘in wind and limb’,
Fit and tanned, bareheaded, toothy, slim,
Rich he was of vocabulary and purse,
Bore away he be in a wagon, not a hearse,
Draped in a flag his form, of garish stripes and stars
Followed slowly by lesser men in motor cars.
It all began they say, in a killing frost,
A cold replicated later when he was lost,
Abbreviated poesy marked the spot
On which commenced the reign of Camelot,
Where a bogus royalty came into view
As desideratum, thus embraced as true.
We revel in our freedoms howe’er expressed
But seem neither offended nor depressed
By those to whom the title ‘Born to Rule’
Applies; from journalist to scholar, foe to fool
The dust of glamour thrown into the skies
Blurs such lines and tidily binds our eyes.
What quality should leaders most possess,
Strength, grace, honesty, success?