Ode, to the Pearls of England
Now steps She forth, o Camilla victorious,
to her Resplendent bosom, the Heir Apparent clasp'd
Albion, kneel as one, before her visage Glorious!
Prince of Wales intrepid, the Matrimonial Nettle grasp'd,
Eloquent spake Charles, and true, of his all-Engorging love -
Ay, proclaim'd he to the Nations, though his Royal Mama gasped.
As celestial Rays of Fancy, dropping lightly from Above,
the Lady's joy, expanding, over-floods the Smiling Scene;
tho' Second-hand, the Pair adorn! as Hand's adorned by Glove!
She's much too smart to listen to the People being Mean.
Loyal subjects hope Cammie has a jolly time, being Queen.
Saturday, 9 April 2005
Royal Wedding Poem
Well, here is my royal wedding poem, as promised. It's the only poem I've ever written that wasn't for school, and I wrote it while watching The Bill, so don't expect it to make sense or to be not-crap, or even particularly amusing really.
at 9:39 pm