Poem for Sunday

Tell me what you think of my poem for Sunday:

Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty—that’s me!
An English veteran I was in the 17th century civil war
Between the Royalists and Parliamentarians.
I, a Royalist, was loyal and royal as I could be.

Why were we fighting against the Parliamentarians?
I’ll tell you why. They wanted freedom, but we wanted
Them to be loyal to us—the king!
Colchester, the town I and the Royalists lived in,

Was what the Parliamentarians wanted to take from us,
Because it was a land so great and beautiful!
While the war was going on, I didn’t know
I was going to get the biggest shock of my life.

I was the epitome of elegance and perfect roundness.
No other could match or defeat me.
I sat high above the gray and powerful wall
Encircling St Mary’s Church and the fort.

The Parliamentarians shot a direct canon
At the fort which we suffered greatly—not only
The wall but ME, who was sitting on the wall.
I wasn’t aware of the canon until it was too late;

I tumbled to the ground and broke
Into hundreds of pieces. The Royalists, all the King’s men,
Tried to raise me on to another part of the wall—
But they all failed over and over!

All those who thought I was a hollow, weightless egg
In a black, classy tuxedo were wrong!
I was a massive and beefy cannon!
The Royalists opened the gates of Colchester

And surrendered, because I could no longer
Hold and protect the fort.
The drastic consequences of not putting me
Back together came about us losing Colchester.

Years and years went by; I still lay on the ground
In a sad, fallen disarray in uneven pieces
For no one could put me back together.
I became a legend that everyone knew me—even babies!