THEY’RE FINDING IT HARD AT BUCKINGHAM PALACE! (weekly poem)

THEY’RE FINDING IT HARD AT BUCKINGHAM PALACE!

(Apologies to A.A. Milne)

Buckingham Palace is to have a £360m restoration.

We must restore Buck House before,

It falls into The Mall;

As we know for the homeless it,

Will boost their low morale!

For as they snuggle up each night,

In shop doors in The Strand;

Their sleep is undisturbed by thoughts,

There’s somewhere far less grand!

The Queen could be without a door,

As she sits on the Throne;

Inside the Buck House smallest room,

When she is on her own!

Prince Philip states that he’ll inspect,

Each gutter, pipe and drain;

In case a leak exacerbates,

The water on his brain.

Prince Charles will supervise repairs,

And keep a careful log;

In case some things go walkabouts,

Like his gold-plated bog!

Whilst by hot-vents on factory roofs,

The homeless settle down;

To one more night upon the tiles,

Just like the British Crown!

© Richard Layton