Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Moody

The 1770's were

A damned decade as I recall.

My colonies a pain for sure,

Those rebels pained me, one and all.

I was not feeling well through this.

My moods would swing from low to high,

From deep despair to joyful bliss.

The royal doctors feared that I

Suffered "evil humours" in me.

Arsenic poultices their thing,

Applied to me as cure to be,

Causing more illness for the King.

Modern experts so say, I've heard,

Bipolar was by George the Third.