Royal Superfans

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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…

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Infectious

Enthusiam’s infectious

It really catches on.

Once you’ve been infected

You’re sure to pass it on.

 

It affects everyone around you

To really good effect

And once everyone has caught it

There’ll be no going back.

 

So give it a shot

And try to infect

Everyone around.

It’ll have an effect

There’ll be no going back

And there is no cure for that.

 

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thin Pickings

There’s thin pickings for poets

Thin, thin pickings indeed.

As a way to get rich

It must be agreed

The poetry game don’t rate.

 

There’s thin, thin pickings for poets.

We’re all agreed on that.

Why-ever it is we do it

It won’t make our wallets fat

For getting rich or famous

The prospects just aren’t great.

 

It won’t put food on the table

It won’t put cash in the bank.

It’s a hard life being a poet

We’re kind of used to that.

 

Spare a thought for poets

Whose faces are wan and thin.

It’s a terrible thing that’s done to a man

When he catches the poetry thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Ladders

I’m really great with ladders

I can get right to the top

Some of you get nervous

But me I go straight up.

 

At height I’m totally fearless

And I clamber up so quick

I slide down just as quickly

At really quite a lick.

 

I’m great at going up them

I’m great at coming down

But I have a bit of a problem

With doing stuff once up.

 

I’m not much use up a ladder

Not much use on the floor

So maybe I’ll just hold the thing

For you to get stuff done?

A Man of Pedigree

A man of undoubted pedigree

Distinguished by great dignity

Of such auspicious ancestry,

Impressive genealogy

To the tip of the root

Of his fine family tree.

 

He’d present himself impressively

And his manners were quite genuinely

Refined and quite impeccably

Beyond the local peasantry

The rough and ready likes of you and me.

 

Alas it often seemed to me

That the family’s eccentricity

Could often seem suspiciously

As if they bred too speedily

And often not too brainily.

 

So though they dressed impressively

It wasn’t clear so obviously

That they were, very, very smart.

 

 

 

 

 

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Poem for the Royal Wedding

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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

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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!

 

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Slighted

A slight, a snub; you took offence.

Can you be sure the slight was meant?

A slight inflection of the voice.

A hint what’s said contained a threat.

 

A mocking tone, the merest hint

Yet quite enough to take offence.

A slight inflection of the brow

It’s not what’s said but what you sense.

 

You feel put down, not treated right

So little respect for your position.

It’s hard to put your finger on

The understated opposition.

 

You carry on, ignore the slight

And try to act with dignity.

But clearly you feel undermined

He got to you it’s plain to see.

 

A response to the Daily Prompt via Slight

Revision Nightmare

pexels-photo-313690.jpegI wake from sleep in quite a sweat.

How, how on earth could I forget?

I’ve not done my revision yet.

I’m panicking!

 

There’s clearly such a lot to do.

Strict revision’s overdue.

What if I fail and don’t get through!

Must begin!

 

I feel the pounding of my heart.

I wake with such a dreadful start.

For all my plans will fall apart!

Start studying!

 

But now I shake myself awake.

“You’re thirty two for goodness sake!

There’s no exam you have to take”.

You’re panicking?

 

And this went on for several years.

Waking from sleep with these same fears.

Convinced it would all end in tears.

Imagining!

 

So those of you who’re studying now.

Bent over books with furrowed brow,

With so much work through which to plough.

Good studying!