A/N: This is a poem I wrote in the style of John Skelton. He was a poet in Henrician often wrote to appeal to the masses. This poem is about Cardinal Thomas Wolsey. He was an advisor for King Henry the eighth. Wolsey was an unpopular figure, so Skelton wote scathing poetry about him in what we would identify as old English. I apologise in advance for any misspellings but I'm not familiar with old English. Alter Rex means "Second King".

Lex is rex and rex is lex

Have ye forgotten that?

Ye are a fat-faced spider

Twitching webs like a

ghastly miser

Ye take loyalty by force

With our Kynge as your puppet,of course

The Rex is nought to ye

For ye are the alter one