Sunday, 21 June 2009

A Right Royal Mess

The camera flashed twice
the pictures looked nice
but part of her life had been snatched.
She could not erase
the evidence saved
and the truth of her deed
now attached.

The Princess' fame
in the public domain
meant that she was just
never alone.
Now caught in the act,
it was now a fact,
that her cover had been truly blown.

She had said to the prince
she was just popping out
and he hadn't suspected a thing.
But the body guard stayed,
by the fireside laid,
by the door she discarded
her ring.

The man that she met
from the advert she'd read,
did not have a clue of her class.
He was no Mr. Right,
she a little uptight,
on the pudding decided to pass.

It was really bad luck
as she stood by his truck
outside of that motorway caff,
in the act they were caught,
which put pay to his thought
of him taking her back to his gaff.

The very next day
with pictures displayed
all over the national papers,
the evidence seen
by no less than the queen,
showed the truth of the princess' capers.

Questions were raised,
the royals amazed,
there was nothing the prince wouldn't give.
But the crown not enough,
she just needed some rough
and to see how the other half live.

So another great scandal
for the royals to handle,
oh how to get out of this mess.
It was this time last year,
that the photos appeared
of the king on his horse in a dress!

They had let the side down
representing the crown
when a slice of true life they both sampled.
But with money they get
from the tax payer's net,
you would think they could set and example!


Thursday, 18 June 2009

Sir Leonard Sindon- Smyth (From the Mad World collection)

Sir Leonard Sindon Smyth
was glad to be alive
whilst teetering on a brink and precipice.
Whilst climbing he had slipped,
then simply lost his grip,
thus realising it possible
to dislocate both hips.

He was no mountaineer,
now this of course was clear,
but persuaded by a thick and drunken mist,
so convincing him to climb,
how ridiculously sublime
the future lay beneath him
like a cavernous abyss.

He wracked his brains and thought
about the things that he'd been taught,
though was sure the manual gave no actual mention.
His straddled legs astride,
the gaping cavern wide;
he had no idea his legs could reach
the length of their extension!

He performed the perfect splits
as frost covered his lips,
the cold now setting his amazing posture.
He cried out but in vain,
as snow then turned to rain,
he was so relieved to hear the sound
of the air to sea helicopter!

The rescue now in place
what a picture was his face,
if only he could close his dangling limbs.
He feared they'd never close
as he looked out to his toes...
the helicopter crew men
had a job to get him in!

Poor Leonard Sindon-Smyth
unable now to drive
he travels in the back with windows down.
His chauffeur leads the way
and even now today,
you can see his feet protruding
as he's driven round the town!