Friday, November 14, 2003
The Prince of Wales
A gushing 55th birthday tribute
Oh Charles, upon whose royal head
A life of service doth bear down,
At thy feet all good men kneel,
Low stoops the brow that wears the crown.
Come thou Prince and celebrate,
The horn proclaims thy noble birth,
The rod of office fills thine hand,
Until joy spills across the earth.
But lo, thy manservant springs forth,
Wounding thy stiff upper lip,
Leaking issues best left hid,
See the old queen's standing slip.
Hard comes the day thou must stand down,
All dreams of kingship tossed aside,
Blow the job and hand it on,
And let thy Willie restore pride.
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