Why did you do it, Poldark?
There’s no copper in that mine.
Elizabeth is boring,
and Demelza is so fine.
So, race your horse to Trenwith House,
and fuck up all your shit,
while we’re relaxing bedside to
Demelza’s greatest hits.
Just don’t be so surprised
when George Warleggan gives you fits.
Sit on your steed and stare, poor Ross,
you daft, tin-mining twit.