All Hail the Republic
The concept of a royal family
Is such a ludicrous thing,
Products of privileged inbreeding
Worshipped as Queen or king.
So, when the current one dies
And, I stress, and only then
He should be replaced by
A broody, fat farmyard hen.
Clucketty MacCluck theyll call her:
She’ll be so much cheaper to pay
With less embarrassing behaviour
And unlikely to stray or play away.
She’ll be properly fed on
Only the finest of fine corn
And she can cluck for the public
Every other Tuesday morn.
As for the current royal family
I’m not quite sure what to do.
It’s such a revolutionary scheme
I’ve not yet fully thought it through.
Logic suggests they must be
Of some as yet undiscovered use
Maybe caretake ex palaces to
Keep them tidy, neat and spruce.,
I suppose really if, and only if,
My scheme comes to pass
They could with quiet dignity
Just be put out to grass.
Oh the concept is astounding
The implications even more
I’m more than amazed that
Nobody’s thought of it before.
Once that archaic system
Is become a part of our past
Perhaps we can move towards
A just and equal society at last.
But, then again, a warning thought,
Our politicos are such a corrupt lot
Perhaps we'll be much better off
Keeping the system that we've got
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2023
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