The day we met William and Harry


2641AE12-A4C1-40FE-AC85-46C95B7C6885The day we met William and Harry

They came to the end of our road.

Datchet was under water

The Thames was in full flood.


We’d water in the high street

We’d water in our house

The Press were on every corner

And the army had been sent out.


The next thing we knew

The royals waded in

Helping with sandbag walls.

Harry and William they were both there

There at the end of our road.


Harry was in with the soldiers

Laughing and one of the lads

William apart and quieter

When they paused

From their chosen task.


I joined the line

Threw them sandbags

Even shook Williams hand.

They were decent lads

I liked them

Though life has set them



Royal Superfans

Royal Superfans - Harry and Meghan's Royal Wedding.
Royal superfans preparing for Harry and Meghan’s Wedding.

And now they’ll come; the sycophants

In silly hats and draped with flags

Sleeping out for several nights

To save their place on Windsor streets.


They take it all a bit too far

We’re half amused yet half appalled

To view the strange exotic hoards

That gather now round Windsor’s walls.


We’re local, we’ll go. We’ll  line the streets

To catch the buzz, the grand parade,

The marching bands, the passing waves

But we won’t go wild like such as these.


It’s history, tradition it’s what we do

It’s part of what makes us who we are.

But keep it all in sane proportion.

You’re overboard, you go too far.


We know it’s eccentric, slightly wrong

But like it enough to carry on.

The royals are trapped as much as us

We’ll party on but please, no fuss.


Royal Superfans, Windsor Castle, Prince Harry and Meghan Markle's Wedding.
Two days to go but the royal superfans are already in place.








Poem for the Royal Wedding


It’s three cheers for Harry,

And three cheers for Meghan

Forget about the national state

And celebrate a wedding.


Everything’s red, blue and white

Church bells are a-ringing

Everyone is on the street

And all the choirs are singing.


Got no time for grumpy folk

We’re overdue a party

Happy tears run down our cheeks

Our cheers are loud and hearty.


Politicians all poe-faced

None of them invited

Not been much to shout about

But now we’re all excited.


Meghan is a clever girl

Seen her on the telly

Bound to shake things up a bit

And add a bit of welly.


William is the one day king

Lesser role for Harry

But he’s found a super bride

He’s no need to worry.


Carriage round the Windsor streets

When will they get started?

Band strikes up a marching tune

Couple have departed.


Dad is anxious, checks his watch

Glad it’s finally started

Catch the footie on the box

Once the crowds have parted.


Harry had a hard time

Now his life looks better

Found a girl who suited him

He’s a lucky beggar.


Waspy women from the shires,

Their disappointed daughters

Harry picked a royal bride

From across the water.


It’s three cheers from loyal throats

It’s three cheers for Meghan

We all think the Prince deserves

A little slice of heaven.


It’s no go the politics

It’s no go the future

All we wants a good day out

And focus on the couture.


Enjoy the party while you can

Enjoy the party poppet

Forget what’s coming down the line

There is no way to stop it.


We all fell out; we don’t agree

The nation is divided

Today we choose to celebrate

And carefully avoid it.


So catch a smile from Harry there

And catch a wave from Meghan

Soldiers in their bright red coats,

A-marching to the wedding.


Britain’s got it’s heritage

Our history is behind us.

Days like this we still do well

Against the odds they bind us.




My long awaited poem


My long awaited poem

Will be coming very soon.

Carol Ann’s not done one

So mine will have to do.

I didn’t get £200 a year

Or the butt of canary wine

But Carol Ann’s not done one

So it’s all come down to me.

It’s down to a Windsor poet

To knock one out this time

I’m not a royal sycophant

My work’s not always elegant

But I can, occasionally, rhyme.

So forgive me Poet Laureate

No offence is meant;

A little offering of my own

I hope you won’t resent.

I struggle with pentameter

Am really just an amateur.

It’ll be a bit Dee dum, Dee dum

But at least I can say I’ve written one!


Dear Harry and Meghan


Dear Harry and Meghan

I hear she’s let you down.

The proper Poet Laureate

Hasn’t done a poem.

I hope you know I offered

I’d love to write for you

It won’t be nothing fancy

But I’ll see what I can do.

I’ll try to get it rhyming

Proper poetry

There will be some advantage

Of having one from me.

Wouldn’t it be lovely

If others wrote one too.

We’ll shower you both

With poetry. It will be beautiful.

Send links to your Royal Wedding poems. I’ll reblog them on Andrew Green’s Poems.

Dear Queen Elizabeth


Andrew Green's Poems

I work part time these days and don’t earn a lot from poetry so a little extra income would be welcome. I live very near Windsor Castle, Her Majesty’s weekend home so would be up for the Poet Laureate job if they would have me. I wrote to the Queen a while back but haven’t had a reply yet. Hope there’ll be one soon. This was my letter.

Dear Queen Elizabeth,
Just a note to say
When next you need a Laureate,
Please consider me.

I write a lot of poetry
So how hard can it be?
In terms of productivity
You could do worse than me.

I’d mark the big occasions
And mark each special day.
Be it births, or deaths,
Or marriages; the special jubilees.
Providing something rhymes with it
You’ll be OK with me.

The better poets turn it down
Get up themselves and sniffy.
I’ll just…

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Your chance to be the royal bard



Well I offered to be Poet Laureate often enough but they never took me up! Now the inevitable has happened Carol Ann Duffy hasn’t come up with a poem. Seems they’re throwing it open to us amateurs so here’s my big chance, maybe yours?

From today’s Sunday Times.

Your chance to be the royal bard

The silence of Britain’s poet laureate should not discourage readers of The Sunday Times from offering their own tribute to Prince Harry and Meghan Markle.

We invite you to submit your verse to be considered for publication on the day after the wedding which is being held on May 19.

The first poet laureate, John Dryden, was recompensed for his role with a yearly pension of £200 and “a butt of Canary wine”. All we can promise our winning entrant is the glory of appearing in The Sunday Times, subject to the editor’s decision.

Poems may rhyme or not; they may be long or short. Our only request is that they reach us by Tuesday, May 15.

Please send them to or by post to Royal Poems Competition, The Sunday Times, 1 London Bridge Street, London SE1 9GF.