Mumsnet for Poet Laureate

[Swedes]

Please add a verse.

I see Queen Liz in her mother of the bride dress and coat ensemble,
Unchanged in colour and cut throughout her long reign,
Same old, same old, but new.

Her recession weary subjects battle on in tunics not from Primark,
Better an ethical tunic today and an Individual Voluntary Agreement later,
Than a Chinese child appliqueing a Western conscience.

The Grandsons, beyond the help of grade inflation, tsk,
And Waity Katy, what does she do?
Apart from wait, and cover her ears to calls for "doors to manual" from the thinning grandson's boozy chums.

Please add a verse/ write a new poem.

very bloody good Swedes. Will try later, have lots of kids here.

I see a Lady Di a death a step ahead of sordid press
Unchanged in colour and cut throughout its long rein
Same old same old, but new.

A nasty game of seeking fame and balking at the price,
Taking the job of wedding a nob and being a token wife,
Royal-i-ty TV, a documentary of a schlepping celebrity life

Marvellous Threadie. You should write lyrics for Roddie Frame.

Really bloody good you two. Bloody hell.

A wandering woman
Hair a stylish cut,
yet lank

She wanders to the park
To see, perchance
A perfect Lady
Her hair so stylish
And not Lank

This perfect lady
Children upon Radio Flyer Wagon
But a tear in her eye

Threadie's has a proper meter and it's street.

I'm so ashamed of appliqueing.

V G TDWP!
That's me, that is (the lank one)
Actually, and the tear in eye one..

blimey threadie's has that thing where there's two meanings, you know, rein and reign. Oh god what\s it called.

If I ever get with the programme (though have to say I am balking myself: bar set too high) are we sticking with royalty..?

christ it's even cleverer: it repeats Swedes line and changes rein and cut.

Onebat - go for a corgi..on a lead rather than a rein..

The ruddy complexion - the thinning hair his dulcet tones endearing
His love has lasted through decades -surviving the follies of time
Offspring have grown strong and charmed a credit to their parents
Forgive his foibles and celebrate -the man we call our Prince

Kicking moss on this or that Welsh hillside
turning empty shoulders to
the wind that cuts through its long rain.

Muffled to his ears in hunter's tweed
his famous check no check
upon the drizzle and
the drip, drip, drip of 'not quite yet.'

this could be a return to the infamous haiku night

Prince Charles, Heir Apparent, Big Ears, Buffoon, Lillet,
A crowded marriage and a monstrous carbuncle of an extention at the National Gallery.
No time to check your hair - parting - so low. No time to bake.
Overcharging the public for some miserable biscuits baked by the Duchy. Original!

damn famous = celebrated

Onebat - Are you thinking of a homophobe?

Onebat - Darn and drat. That's too good.

Reeling rolling stoned by Mum's censorious subjects
He gathers moss in spite,
And holds aloft these dripfed green credentials
Malign, resigned to sermons rather trite.

I love
"his famous check no check
upon the drizzle and
the drip, drip, drip of 'not quite yet.'"

I am indeed thinking of homophobe, Swedes

It's quite hard, this poetry business, isn't it? I have absolutely no recollection of any technical stuff. (Apart from limericks.)

I worship the free verse of Walt Whitman. Clearly.

Oh bravo, all of you.

Do you think they might choose us, collectively? Though I worry that only you, Chacun, have the requisite enthusiasm for the job. The rest of us might petulantly bite the hand that feeds, I fear.

We could all take a hour-long shifts, until they've got through the whole of MN.

an hour-long shift