The old king had died, and the prince was now king,    
And normally this is a wonderful thing.
But this was a problem, you must now believe,
For Ella, you see, could never conceive.

Princess Ella had now become queen,
And Ella's big problem was , what was "between",
And if you had read my poem last night,
You'd know that Queen Ella was a transvestite.

So, now, what to do? The question is fair,
The prince, now the king, needed an heir.
And Ella's great secret must be kept quiet,
Or the whole population would suddenly riot.

But there was a guru, Georgia by name,
A lady of wisdom and transgendered fame.
A lady who said, "I don't give a damn,
If people see me going "en femme".

So, to her the king and Ella did go,
And told it to Georgia, their great tale of woe.
And Georgia, as always, came up with a plan,
"Ella's no good, for "she" is a man."

"You must find a lady, one you can bribe,
Who'll help you, Dear King, to continue your tribe."
A chamber maid then was given a "grand."
To sleep with the king on a one night stand.

And she duly produced a Beautiful boy,
And they all thought 'twas Ella's, to everyones joy.
In the words of a poet who lived in a glen,
"The best laid plans of mice and of men,
Sooner or later gang aft aglae."
When the boy grew up it turned out he was gay.

Janey Lang
26th Nov. 1996.

( Gang aft aglae.....go often astray. Old Scots. )