(The following poem I've written on request, by the her Majesty' The Queen
of England).
of England).
Now I'm quite a fan of the Royals
And I do think that they are all Spoyals.
The Royals I like, can be boiled in a pan,
And be served with butter, by Gran!
And I do think that they are all Spoyals.
The Royals I like, can be boiled in a pan,
And be served with butter, by Gran!
Now William has popped the question at last
To Kate, who's now in full cast.
She will travel by Limo to the Abby to wed,
But leave in a carriage instead.
To Kate, who's now in full cast.
She will travel by Limo to the Abby to wed,
But leave in a carriage instead.
A sumptuous banquet with Nobs and Lords
Will be served at the elegent Halls.
As the gourmet of class, is matched by the glass,
Of Champagne, that has been on ice.
Will be served at the elegent Halls.
As the gourmet of class, is matched by the glass,
Of Champagne, that has been on ice.
I can see them all now in their gowns,
Twirling around all the grounds.
What a bash it will be, with a good cuppa' tea,
Please, won't you save some for me?
Twirling around all the grounds.
What a bash it will be, with a good cuppa' tea,
Please, won't you save some for me?
The day is to be a bank holiday,
And beamed all around in the sky,
That all Lands can watch, and drink their scotch,
To say cheers - and do the "Hop-Scotch".
And beamed all around in the sky,
That all Lands can watch, and drink their scotch,
To say cheers - and do the "Hop-Scotch".
As the wedding is now all complete,
And William and Kate say: goodneet!
As they head off to their chambers, with Kate in her knickers,
And William having probs' with his kickers!
And William and Kate say: goodneet!
As they head off to their chambers, with Kate in her knickers,
And William having probs' with his kickers!
Prince Charles says: Go for it Wills,
But Camilla, is reaching for the pills.
It don't take long, for the noises to
throng,
And suddenly; Kate bursts into song.
But Camilla, is reaching for the pills.
It don't take long, for the noises to
throng,
And suddenly; Kate bursts into song.
But during the hours of morn,
There are noises a-coming, from the lawn:
Who could it be at this unwarranted hour?
A spirit, could well be...Diana!
There are noises a-coming, from the lawn:
Who could it be at this unwarranted hour?
A spirit, could well be...Diana!
Your mum is watching us make whoopie?
That's not very gracious, you agree?
I don't know what she wants, says Wills,
But her presence - is giving "me" the
Willy's!
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That's not very gracious, you agree?
I don't know what she wants, says Wills,
But her presence - is giving "me" the
Willy's!
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