The Royals arrived
on our shores for a tour
Stayed for a
week, maybe two, maybe more
They jetted
around and took in the sights
Long busy days, gala
dinners each night
Must make
conversation sixteen hours a day
Because somebody
somewhere has something to say
Engaging in
dialogue with all manner of people
At a pre-school, a
hospital, or a church with a steeple
Sounds bloody
awful if the truth must be known
He can’t duck
down the pub, or Twitter his phone
When he goes to
the footy, can’t drink too many beers
He leaves that to
Harry, whose nights oft end in tears
The lot of a
Prince is not a path easy trod
Followed around
by a bodyguard squad
Everywhere
William turns there is somebody there
And little Prince
George is stuck in day care
Being second in
line to be King must be tough
Rich, famous and
handsome, is it really enough
But he made a
good choice in who he picked for a mate
A bloody good-looking
bombshell named Kate
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