Her Majesty
Her majesty is in residence
The throng, the pageant is evident
Her service to the nation
Effort in the great conflict also to mention
Warmth from nations far and wide
With her towering spouse by her side
The occasional boob made by the duke
Illicited humorous warm rebuke
Flags flying though rooted to the spot
Guns signal shot after shot
Shrieks as the red arrows fly by
Necks and cameras craned to the sky
Her majesty, always at home
Full entourage in attendance with their performance honed
Britannia, known by all, docks and is welcomed by all
strong of will and stature never to make a fall
Concern for her husband, he's had a turn
He's made of sturdy stuff, normal health will soon return
As our public holiday comes to an end
Crowds mingle, among them many will have made a friend
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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