A Prince should
act with dignity, not cut ungainly capers,
Unless he wants
his manhood to appear in all the papers.
Such was the case
with Harry, who cavorted just for fun,
And whose
weapons-grade equipment duly showed up in the Sun.
It was awful, it
was horrid, it was not the kind of tone
That the Murdoch
press expected of a chip from off the Throne.
But now he's back
from serving in a lovely bit of war –
And how the
tabloids' tone has changed from what has gone before!
A helicopter
pilot may by hazard come a-cropper,
When partying in
Vegas, by the flashing of his chopper.
But journalists
forgive a Royal taking off his togs,
If he should go
to Asia and blow up sufficient wogs.
© Philip Challinor, 2013
Good morning Phillip!
ReplyDeleteWell said! Enjoy this.
Cheers!
Cracking poem, Philip! I love the last stanza especially. Such fun!
ReplyDeleteha, ha that's great! a good poem like this really puts a smile on my face
ReplyDeleteThanks, all. As a matter of fact, the last stanza was the first to come out. I thought of submitting it as a stanzalone, but decided a bit of build-up would be better.
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem!
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