Topic: Londinium
To me compared with politicians Queen Elizabeth is solid as a rock.
Londinium
While the cogs of Big Ben tick away.
All dressed up in our best jeans.
Singing some good old oldies from our teens.
There sitting on a high horse with barking Corgis .
A wolf and a posh growl.
A nay and a bite of hay.
A bucking horse.
A Buckingham sandwich.
Raising our wine glasses.
Nothing surpasses.
With our guest passes.
A song with the Queen.
No time for drunken PM.
Anytime am or pm.
Just me and the Queen.
Singing a tune.
Nearby early morning birds sending tweets.
Flying high upper class.
Downing Street party glass.
Don’t give a damn about everyday people.
Around the corner under Saint Paul’s steeple.
The man in the pulpit yells God Bless the Queen.
Solid as a rock.
A trustworthy Queen.
Before the early morning tower Raven crows.
Rushes of good and bad blood flood the political heart.
Beside the Thames after a Beefeater and vegetarian breakfast.
The late night denier.
With last night’s alcohol breath.
On his Westminster stage
Faced with rage.
An untrustworthy sage.
Survives another day.