The Grand Old Duke Of York
The Grand Old Duke of York,
he had a wealthy friend,
who matched his tastes at the top of the hill,
and matched them time and again.
It was said they were up to no good,
it was said they were down to no good,
when the Duke told the press, of Pizza Express,
he knew he'd said more than he should.
The Grand Old Duke of York,
he had a wealthy friend,
who spent his days in a small prison cell,
until the bitter end.
And if they were up to no good,
or if they were down to no good,
regret was expressed, though no-one confessed,
but maybe the Duchess could.
Copyright © Martin Challender | Year Posted 2024
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