Today’s Consternation

“Not my king”
Some people sing
Real ones
Not the rent a crowd
It’s dull and wet
In London Town
Stop it
All that’s going down
250 million quid
Frittered a way
In a few hours
Crowns regalia choirs
And marching
In a bid to show us all
He’s the King
And she’s his lady
With the country
About to fall

A Golden coach
Pure Synergism
Marching soldiers
Airman too
Beating drums
And choral singing
Rent a crowd
Some who do
Protest
He is not our king
We can’t feel his regency
And she is now the Queen and Country
Maybe she is but not for me.