
Laughing, blue-eyed girl
Reconciled to fate
Ermine laced with pearl
Elizabeth The Great
Laughing, blue-eyed girl
Reconciled to fate
Ermine laced with pearl
Elizabeth The Great
Sir Francis Drake had what it takes
To sail around the world
And followed in Magellan’s wake
With England’s flag unfurled.
Along his route he plundered loot
Until the hold was packed
With millions from Brazilians
And the Spaniards he attacked.
On his return, the English yearned
To learn of far off places
Of queens and perils unforeseen
And men with painted faces.
Bess knighted Francis on his ship
While desperately hoping
He’d share his tips for crispy chips
And how to blow a smoke ring.
Soon after he was off again
And set sail heading west
But Fortune soon abandoned him
In this, his final quest.
Sir Francis survived cannon balls
And arrows tipped with poison
But in the end, when Nature called
It ravaged then destroyed him
For dysentery killed our man
Then almost caused a shipwreck
That’s why they sealed him in a can
And christened it the poop deck
The last of the dishes put away and with both dogs farting up a storm after polishing off the unwanted sprouts, everyone gathered in front of the TV for Her Majesty’s Christmas message to the nation. At 95, The Queen appeared staid and resolute, a safe pair of hands to see us through the next 12 months.
She’s actually doing just fine, it’s the rest of the family that’s the problem.
Her Madge described the last few years as “quite bumpy” but that’s just how Philip drives after he’s had a few. Not only does he ram cars off the road, Philip’s a ticking time bomb who will say anything to anyone, especially if they’re foreign. Quite rich considering his father was Prince Andrew of Greece & Denmark, his mother was Princess Alice of Battenberg, Granny was a Russian and he was born in Greece but educated in France, Germany and England. Between them, they cover more countries than EasyJet.
Harry put the boot into his brother, the future king, admitting they hate each other’s guts, so good luck with the British media when they follow up on that juicy tidbit. Wills then hit back saying he’s “worried Harry might be bonkers,” which Harry then proved by announcing he’s making a documentary on mental health with Oprah. Then rumours that Kate and Meghan can no longer stand living in the same kingdom became evident when the Sussexes vacated Kensington Palace for an enchanted cottage guarded by poisonous frogs in the grounds of Westeros Castle. Then after spending millions to make it look exactly the same, the Sussexes let it go and fled to the icy Kingdom of Canadia. Bored after two days by the solitude and sheer beauty of their surroundings, and running low on Manuka Elbow Moisturiser, the pair then fled to California to… erm… escape the royals (which they’d already done), Britain (which they’d also already done) and the media (whom they’d asked to film their honeymoon).
It’s gonna be epic.
To cross over to the Dark Side completely, however, requires an examination of Princess Anne. And yes, she’s hard working but so are fire ants. For her Duke of Edinburgh Award, it’s rumoured a young Anne commissioned a wind-up Prince Philip doll capable of killing lesser royals. Often mistaken for an Amish horse hand by members of the Household Cavalry, an awkward Anne clung on to the fact that she remained the only princess in a stable of princes.
And then in walked Diana.
[the sound of a toy chest opening followed by some sort of wind-up mechanism]
Crossing her off their list, father and daughter then turned their sights on the next interloper. Rumour has it that during her initial stay at Kensington Palace, Prince Philip presented Kate Middleton with a Diana doll sans tête. While examining it thoughtfully, if not warily, their guest made a mental note of her nearest exit.
“She was pretty like you,” Princess Anne remarked. “She’s not pretty now, though… I’m the pretty princess now.”
“Isn’t she missing something?” Kate asked, pointedly.
“My bad,” Anne apologised, crushing her can of Pilsner and flicking it at her. “There’s the car.”