philjit
Arch-Enemy of Idealism
Registered: Jan 2002
Location: UK
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Not Candle in the Fucking Wind Again!
Goodbye England's Crone,
so old and oh so brave
We loved to watch you on TV,
giving us a creaky wave.
Snaggle-toothed you smiled,
looking brave and true
Now you are up in heaven,
let's ignore how overdue.
And it seems to me you lived your life
like a candle in the rain
Sputtering, not going out,
just popping up again.
I would have liked to know you
but I was just one of the plebs
And invites went to racing folk
and Lords and Earls and debs.
Goodbye Gappy Gran,
so royal and such a trooper
You had the funds to drink yourself
into a total stupor.
In an alcoholic haze,
your perfect regal manner
Was bestowed on everyone,
except that bitch Diana.
And it seems to us you lived your life
disapproving of your kin
They got commoner and commoner
beneath your frozen grin
And your footsteps, always dainty
from having lots of hips
Your candle's burned so far beyond
when most grans cash their chips.
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