A Child in Rome is Like ...

A child in Rome is like an ostrich in parliament,
The house of lords and the house of god.
Understanding, with an eye larger than a brain,
The child, cooked medium well has a texture like beef.
The emperor gazes at the feathered boy;
The lords feast on Ambrosia,
Boiled, and covered in cheese.
They sip tea while debating,
As the right and left squabble for squab.
He is an ostrich,
Hatched from an egg the size of a human head.
Worshipped in the temple
As a Deus Ex Ovum.
Only in Latin,
For the child was in Rome,
Disrupting the proceedings.
The representation for the queen.
The child squawked and fluttered about,
Causing a ruckus among the lords.
Causing a ruckus among the gods.
Jupiter restrains Mars from killing the boy.
He is just a figurehead, holding back the true power.
Venus and Pluto laugh together at the child’s innocence,
Lust and death far from the boy.
Mercury sees something, and then runs off quickly,
The courier gone to seek out a listener.
The temple is shrouded in flame.
The house is shrouded in flame.
Guy Fawkes and his conspirators have roasted god, lord
And ostrich child,
Having honourable intentions while going to parliament.