I have no particular love of royalty, but I feel no ill will either. However, I’ve heard that the Poet Laureate, Carol Ann Duffy is on holiday and unavailable for Royal Baby writing…and to think she gets 700 bottles of sherry for the role (mind you, Wordsworth didn’t write a single poem when he was Poet Laureate), so I thought I’d offer a wee limerick instead:
There is a new royal baby called George,
whose destiny is already forged:
he is to be king,
so let us all sing,
before the press attack and then gorge.