Saxe-Coburg-Gotha party

adult presenters looked so silly going

yipee

Katie and willie  are gonna marry

and Harry's in Afghanistan, as he's such a man that other men should follow him

If you're too wise , then perhaps your children

and while their blood's spilling

Little Ginger'll sit like cattle
with his body-guards

grazing far from the battle, memorising such spin as

'These boys are incredibly brave'

And on the home front we've learnt from world war, that one must nurture the patriotism of the poor,

the uneducated and the naive

With more tricks up their sleeves than they need manage

the ruling elite sold the romantics a marriage

shovelled them gaiety and fed them youth

sticking with the name Windsor instead of the truth

Katie endorses the rag trade and Willie's the figurehead

of customised totalitarian control of the plebs

Now each pleb has a vote and they want to be lead

so they slept on the cold pavement for nigh on a week

 outside 600 rooms of buckinham' fuckin'em

Kate's night was in a  hotel 

Five grand

pleb's tab

so in a chorus of lemmings they could wave a flag

and the queen's expression could've captioned

' who's bad

I haven't smelt such serfdom since my son married that slag'

In Victorian times they'd have each got a loaf of bread

but we'll give the plebs a pleb day off work instead

So the lords lord it and you lot applaud it though you cant afford it,

You work for a pittance  and they paraded the lot

Please explain your subservient alliegance...to what !!

Windsors DID  lounge in it. And you WERE and are fleeced.

and those who opposed it were heavily policed.

Their gatherings barred from democratic free speech.

Tube workers DIDN'T strike and they weren't told twice.

cause those boys are being  marketed like the return of Miami Vice.

God forbid Harry's Tubbs and his brother , Jesus Christ

Even the horses were groomed to quote ' within an inch of their lives'

The air force were choreographed

and one thousand military

the cavalry fanfare of

silver plated trumpets

five thousand police

SAS

and the navy

yeoman of the guard and

the bells of st pauls

with a field officer escort

through  the catalyst of a makeshift journalist's village

where 8.ooo reporters eclipsed world epidemics

taking 600 quid a day to stylise the message

cause the one percent elite couldn’t exist without support

they made sure that everything Sky tv sold the world bought

And one of them reports that though we're not australian

the polls down under have just veered from republicanism

due to

history's most ostentatious gorefest of riches

condeming a royal distant cousin to becoming one of their bitches
prompting more defects that the Bowes-Lyon sisters

Now she mightn't know what she's in for but fuck it she'll learn.

If he doesn't impregnate her they'll extract his sperm.

Or get some-one else's like his brother's dad, Hewitt.

He's a ringer for the ginger and the public always knew it

At westminster.

The house of kings in the city centre

which ordinarily cost sixteen pounds just to enter

Nordically gothic

adorned in the profits

more blood stained flags than crucifixes

would be more appropriately represented with three sixes

I digress

Here's my interpretation of what Willie said

'With mummy's ring I hereby thee wed. Now remember , she ended up brown bread.

So play the game, button it and be a good girl and the taxpayers will supply you with the keys to the world.

Now that's your life sorted so always look empathetic. They've got the ball rolling in the media racket'

and lucky for  some , she's as dumb as they come

and doesn't do work so that works alright; (Smirk) !

And counter balancing what his genetics might lack

they scanned her  family's health history ; no haemophiliacs

           

Kate responded

' I promise to honour and obey;

your gran

 and the syndicate

and to thee bare at least one son

An heir

and one spare

but if I only breed girls

(Lets not even go there)'

It was a hundred million quid, no tax spared private affair

so no drama, no Obama and no Tony blair

It's a market for the next generation and we reckon, Elton John's getting on

so they invited the Beckhams

singing

This is the day the lord hath made

which raised the serfs applauding

maybe the police divers under the britannia for the kids piss-up felt it rewarding 

 as  they become superstars

freeloading the bazaar

If maintaining trading links

as good will ambassadors befits

then so's the half a mill spunked on the wedding of Zara Phillips

and God save our dynasty