An Overlord

HERE'S a prominent person

I must write a verse on

His ways are so strictly impartial,

His power is great,

His word carries weight

In matters domestic and martial.

He never takes sides,

But rough-shod he rides

Over General French and the Kaiser;

Party spirit he shuns,

He hinders the Huns

And makes Tommy sadder and wiser.

When in genial mood

He's so kindly and good

You'd never believe he could vary.

But when out for a grumble

He's rough to your humble

And equally rude to Queen Mary.

Entente and Alliance

Endure his defiance

In mute resignation together.

His name is suppressed,

But you'll doubtless have guessed

That by trade he's the Clerk of the Weather.