The Royal Guard

Saw a photo in The Times – The Royal Guard on view, With tall black hats and perfect posture – Nothing very new. But on the ground nearby there lay A member of the group Who’d fainted ‘cause his furry hat Most likely made him droop. The heat was quite intense that day. The fact that he was prone Was not a big surprise, but he Was passed out all alone. Not one stiff soldier broke the ranks To lend a helping hand, For courtesy just doesn’t count As much as a command. A picture’s worth a thousand words, As the expression goes. If that were me, I’d not forgive The guards in those neat rows.