By Appointment to Her Majesty The Queen
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!
© Bruin Fisher January 2008