Drenched In Watery Ends
Your putative queen, dear sire, has fled,
And with her the heir to the Royal Bed
You may be Charles, yet all but in name,
The epithet Charlie means much the same
Let search be made throughout the land
For any man unknown to her hand!
And let him ... when his corpse be found
Be dragged the countryside around
To manifest most clearly to the world
The royal brolly must be kept unfurled
(By which, I'm sure, you truly understand
The need to keep the ferrule close at hand)
Your Highness, then, contrite can stand aloft
And firm remain, when all about are soft
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, (trad), Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 9th September 2004 by Roland. |