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Regal Style

by Bruin Fisher

Her Majesty in regal style

Dressed in blue with woolly vest

Waves and nods her perma-smile

Doing again what she does best.

The carriage, gilt, with footmen, green

Moves slowly through St James' Park.

Roofless, so she can be seen

Unless of course it gets too dark.

With her, in state, her husband sits

His smile less sure, less warm, less real.

His place as consort is the pits,

See his pallid grin congeal.

The crowd, as ever, wave their flag

Delighted with their glimpse of glove

Held up, just so, to match the bag

She clutches in her lap with love.

At last the carriage slows and stops,

By Marks and Sparks and Safeway too.

He follows her around the shops.

Poor Ma'am, she's not like me or you!


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I love this poem!

It's very reminiscent of John betjeman who was British Poet Laureate in 1972.

Well done Bruin!


PS - my favourite Betjemin poem, and one of his better known works is 'Slough' It was written in 1937. Here are a couple of verses:

Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!

It isn't fit for humans now,

There isn't grass to graze a cow.

Swarm over, Death!

Come, bombs and blow to smithereens

Those air -conditioned, bright canteens,

Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans,

Tinned minds, tinned breath.

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