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 © | Year Posted 2024

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Greenhough Avatar
July 22, 2024 at 11:09 PM
An entertaining poem with a nice nod to Pizza Express. It has rhythm--could it be the start of a song?
Challender Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 11:15 PM
Thanks Hilda, I enjoyed following the rhythm of the original song.
Allison Avatar
July 19, 2024 at 3:37 AM
You created a masterpiece out of the old song Martin! I felt for our dear late Queen at the antics of her 'favourite son- the Duke of Pork. why pay mega millions when you are innocent. oh how the mighty have fallen from a great height! hugs jan xx
Allison Avatar
July 19, 2024 at 4:04 AM
fallen from grace from a great height!
Challender Avatar
July 19, 2024 at 4:03 AM
So glad you like it Jan. Thanks for the feedback. Hard to fathom why he would be our late Queen's favourite, but yes even the mighty can take an almighty tumble...
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