There's a story Tory,

Round the Court

In the halls the subjects cut me short

You've been seeing another man,

With beard, and brushes in his hand

Now I must make a stand

It's unvictorian, Victoria

You said pressures of affairs of State

Had caused you hours and hours

Of working late

But instead of being stressed

You've gone and got undressed

Unfurled the Royal breastI

It's unvictorian, Victoria

After years of service duty bound, civility without a sound

Loyalty has been abused

Rumours through the cities and the towns,

Of cuckold now abound

We are not amused

I married royalty not a common tart,

Queen of England not the Queen of Hearts

You have set the nation's mood, Ice maiden, regal prude

Now you're posing in the nude

It's unvictorian Victoria

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