Six Wives

Born 1491

Second son of the king

All you were was back up

If your brother failed

He married a Spanish girl

Daughter of a queen

He died at fifteen

Leaving everything to you

Broad and bright you were

You took in his wife

And became the king of England

Now it's time to produce an heir

A son you want indeed

You'll have him any way

No matter what the cost

First child is stillborn

You don't care it's useless

It was a daughter

Second child a son

You dance in joy

But two months later

He suddenly died

You try again

Another stillborn

Yet it's a son

You try again

Another son

He dies within minutes

Finally a child survives

Yet it's a daughter

You try again for a son

But end up with a daughter

Who dies instantly

You start to wonder what you did wrong

What you did to deserve such hell

A beautiful maiden joins court

And you finally realize why

Your marriage was a joke

You bed with your brother's wife

She must leave immediately

You defy the Catholic Church

And start your own

Divorce your wife

Leave her to die

And marry the new girl

Leaving your daughter behind

The new girl's perfect

No you can have a son

Soon she's pregnant

But she lets you down

Gives birth to a daughter

You shun her away

You hear rumors around

That she is unfaithful

You know she loves you

So you don't believe it

Pregnant again

But she miscarries

It was a son

Now off with her head

You're fat

You're old

You're ugly

And you're injured knee smells of death

But you must find another wife

To get the son of your dreams

She's beautiful

She's radiant

Everything you wanted in a wife

She gives you the son you need

But childbed fever strikes her

She leaves you with your son

But you have to find a new wife

Now for the fourth

Her portrait is stunning

Yet a pig in person

Impossible to conceive a son

You let her go

And set her free

From the fear of losing her life

A new girl comes in

Younger than your own daughter

She's your blushing rose without a thorn

And she can give you another son

But she's unfaithful

With not one man but two

Off with her head

And off with theirs too

The sixth girl comes along

She's the luckiest of them all

Watches you wallow away in poor health

And when you die, she's free

Die in 1547

With the son you've always wanted

He becomes king

But dies young

Next your eldest daughter

The epitome of evil

Then your youngest daughter

The epitome of power

From a legacy of sexism

Came the queen of feminism