Ginger Whinger
The Ginger Whinger’s in despair,
Life’s not so easy being the spare,
Seeing succession prospects recede
As baldy brother continues to breed,
And the world seems so absurd
To go and take him at his word
When he says he wants a private life
To live in peace with his kids and wife
Then gets them all in a fix
By telling all there onNetflix,
Wonders why he gets such a public rocket
As he stuffs the cash into his back pocket.
I wonder how much longer it will be
Til they tire of him the land of the free.
Will he expect the family to be forgiving
When he has to work for his own living
He had sympathy when he lost his mam
Then he tossed his toys out of the pram.
The world of food banks doesn’t really care
For the churlish antics of a redundant spare.
It would really be a sad and pathetic thing
To be as bitter as his Uncle the late ex king
Or for his only value on this Earth
To be by the accident of his birth.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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