The Death of Conservatorius

 

THE DEATH OF CONSERVATORIUS

 

First Bluerinse:

Stand from the hearse. Stand from the body

Second Trueblue:

Room for Hesaltynius. Room for Hezza

Hezza:

Nay do not press on me. I am no longer Clitoris Conservatoriis. I am too distraught.

True Blues (All)

The Old Tarzanius swings no longer through the silvae politicae. Stand back. Bear back. He's about to keel over

Hezza:

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all know this mantle, see the Union flag in the shape of a tree set against a sky BLUE background. I remember when Conservatorius first wore it at the Colloquium Toryarum Brightonensis.

See what a rent the envious Narcissa Trussia (she of the XLVIII diebus) has made

Here Priti Patella kneed the Noble Conservatorius in the testicolorums

Here the perfidious Blowjob-Backstabber-Bobbio thrust his pugio, chuckling with Suella Rwandanensis as it burst Conservatorius noble heart .

Look in this place (points to hole in rented garment) the adored Boris Mendax drove his dagger through. Was not this, the unkindest cut of all?

True Blues (All)

Oh piteous spectacle!

Oh noble Coservatorious!

Oh woeful day!

Oh traitors, villains!

Andrea Jenkynia, Leo 'XXX denarrii' Anderson (together)

We're off to Reformatio, in domo Faragio. Join us , Kemikazia.

Kemikazia:

Fortasse, I will conjungo you later.