The esky’s packed with ice and toots,
we’ve phoned for fish ‘n chips,
dressed down in thongs and ugg boots,
for the nuptials of His Nibs
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Our PM, a Republican daggy,
an atheist, and unmarried to boot,
will schmooze at Westminster Abbey
with First Bloke, toasting our roots
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‘The Chaser’s been given the flick,
Beeb and not-amused Charlie to blame,
Instead, Antipodean kicks
will come from that dodgy old Dame
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Yes, for today, we’ll forgo real news,
indulge in some frivolous folly,
chuck a sickie from workaday blues
and quaff a few bottles of Bolly
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My hat’s been steamed, got scones in the oven, bubbly chilling 🙂
Ha, ha – have a fab time, Cin – hope Lizzie doesn’t bend your ear too much 😉
Well, quite. Nothing to keep the proles amused quite so well as a bit of brainless sentiment, as my friend George Orwell didn’t used to say….
Although more Republican than Monarchist, this particular prole had a fine old time indulging in some brainless sentiment, Kate. However, I did lose the bet as to what colour the Queen would be wearing: yellow – who would have thought? The Middleton girls and their mum looked simply beautiful
Bet the bookies are fuming today 🙂
And as you read, I indulged in a little brainless sentiment of my own yesterday…
Onya, Kate 🙂
Hahahaha – a cracker of a poem (your on a roll bb). I enjoyed the wedding thorougly and even Andrew (who was making a great deal of fun of the whole thing – and not in a nice way 😉 ) got a bit sucked in when he saw the carriages and those fantastic planes flying overhead. Wish I had been in London.
ha, ha – thanks, Gabrielle – London – I reckon they’re still partying over there. Like Andrew, the (uninvited) men at our gathering had a lot of (hatty) comments (they were supposed to be watching UFC elsewhere but for some reason just couldn’t drag themselves away. Funny, that…)