With a stiff upper lip and old school tie
still it's just not cricket
but the upper crust they say
are on a sticky wicket
to pay the estate or make ends meet
they have conducted tours
of stately homes safari parks
and the family jewels
we used to go to Scarborough Southend-on-Sea
Bognor Brighton Blackpool
have fish 'n' chips for tea
but now for fifty pee we natter
with a Duchess or the Duke
for half a quid a cuppa
with a true blue-blooded bloke
as they're all skint like me and you
there's not a lot a poor Lord can do
but bite the bullet and enjoy
hobnobbing with the hoi polloi
Such is Duchess
Amma to her “Youngens”,
Joie D’Vivre, Raison D’Etre to Dennis,
Source of course to Lucy,
Linds’s famed legs fill long johns,
Artist of Nature, watercolor canvas,
Friends savor her company “Juicy”,
Cherishing, sensing a loss when she’s “Sans”,
Creative yet Linds’s modesty sends,
She’s our Yoga “Loosie Goosy”,
Caring School Nurse hands,
Cure tears without fuss,
Comforting fears as one becomes Twosie,
Not slave to fashion, bucking trends,
Shelter from rain, hurricane crust,
Evoking a true sigh,
May all her rends mend,
In Duchess We Trust,
She brings about others’ soaring high,
Our Birthday Wish for Linds is her fondest dreams blend!
Chaim & Barbara Love Yah!
I had never seen such a regal crown
It was sparkling full of jewels
Looked like it was freshly polished
It belonged to the Grand Duchess grandpa said
Auguste Victoria, German’s finest queenly monarch
I could tell that he had been smitten
How did we get it, Grandpa?
My great-great-grandfather would never tell he said.
We smiled at each other, knowing our family well.
Most of us are popular extraverts, adored by many.
Just be yourself, he said. Great things will happen.
And of course, he was right, and they did.
Britain didn’t hate you Meghan
you were welcomed here
you performed your own beheading
we didn’t interfere
And you ain’t even black
so nobody was racist
just shut your flipping trap
you Duchess of Disgraces
Your husband is a ginger
he’s had it worse than you
yet you’re the biggest whinger
that’s what Woke will do!!
Duchess has Den, Lind's Empathetic Yen
Laughing with Casey gave "rise" to a fall,
Giving "urgery" to surgery,
We pray the setback is soon annul!
Sometimes when mishaps occur,
Causes appreciation in full,
When things stop working,
Face the horns of the bull,
Carpe Diem! Step back & reflect,
Refute descent, resaddle!
Read, think, thank, pray, sing,
May the Big One bless you ->"Troubles Skedaddle!"
Dampened earth announces its worth
with rotting leaves, moss on trees.
Dew’s panache from morning’s wash
mystic glow with sighing sough.
Senses heightened and enlightened.
Hare bides hole, fidgeting mole;
musky muskrats, batting bats;
sweet sugar canes, berry stains.
Nature feeds our feral needs.
Nature clears our eyes and ears.
Nature hones sensitive nose.
Nature touches - grand duchess.
she told me
there's something you
need to know
there's something I have to say
we been together now
for more moments than
than I could say
bet you didn't know this
but I don't think
this is the best time to say
but I never loved you
I just let you have your way
what good is a broken heart
if there's no one who care's
love is shared between friends
You can't love me if I'm not there
take sometime
find somebody new
a mas a la gente equivocada,
siempre la hiciste
encounter fortuna !
maybe she'll love you
but I bettcha she'll whined up
hating you too
I love your style
keep on keepin on
maybe I'll come back once in a while
we can talk about what you're doing wrong
simple and plain
guess I should've let you know
never loved you
and it's time for you go
take your things
the songs and those rings
I'll pawn them if you leave them
or give them to my new beau
love aint that simple
sometimes it's
harder to say
but we aint gotta worry about that
because I never loved you anyway
we aint gotta worry about that
because I never Loved you nyway
Affluent and formal
pink lilies deck the tables;
we await the
sweet, affected
laughter of our friends.
Bedecked in bouffant hair-do's
perfumes, ermines, jewels
brocades and buckled shoes,
we dazzle, yes! We dazzle
with our mirrors, and our decals,
our precious art, and plaster,
exotic candelabras,
but I can't wait to make my
exit to wander in the gardens
and let the scented air restore
my soul
To get completely
lost in moonlight and
fragrance of the night
never to return,
to that balcony, nor
endure, the boring empty twitter
that temporary glitter.
I can barely wait till daylight to
mount my noble horse
and gallop miles and miles
and miles away.
To feel the solid earth resound
beneath his flying feet.
I have crossed that fragile threshold
into madness.
I can no longer be a Duchess
Suzanne Delaney
She once asked me why I had never painted her, pale dress and lips rose red, framed by misty sunlight green
For a multitude of others had tripped and floated in my studio, spinning, laughing and posing like they were young again
So many, and yet so few that were real, pretending that I was the one, eyes fluttering like debutantes first seen
Canvases coloured with what they wanted all to see, saccharine coated with what I had to add, sunshine instead of rain.
I never painted her because she was the one, for to use brushstrokes would diminish her tangible reality
Not only was she real, but she existed, showing sides that diamonds could never possess
The others were loose with their rampant affections, hard as rusty nails, pretending to have perpetual fragility
But, ah, my love was true, is true, will always be true, and I miss her so much, my lovely pure and ever sweet Duchess.
I sat next to the Duchess at tea.
It was worse than I thought would be.
A bee sat on her nose
The Duchess turn'd verbose
When it stung her right there but not me.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp200
Copyright@2014
October.21.2014
The evil duchess of New York
Ate not but fancy pies of pork.
She scraped her knife, she scraped her fork;
She should have learned to use a cork,
Because a time ago in Maine,
She stuffed her face too full one night.
She gave her prince a jolting fright,
Left others writhing in delight,
To finally see her highness slain.
Duchess, Kate Middleton
Fiddled with The Royal Son
Fate uncoiled a jovial consequence...
A nation awaits with loyal suspense!!
_______________________
7/9/13 for Heather's Contest
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror
The Duchess of Plouck spends her day in pursuit of sartorial splendor,
In order to help her employ deceitful ways well suited for her gender.
For she and her Duke had swore out a pact founded on mutual suspicion,
And any thoughts of a double-cross served only as a minor imposition.
She had her spies and he had his to keep watch on all that they did,
And the poison vials and dagger knives were stashed away and hid.
She had been well taught by her dear mama and understood her place,
And always made sure to not reveal all of the thoughts behind her pretty face.
She was content to lend her aid to the Duke and help him in his plans,
As long as he understood that his wellbeing rested solely in her hands.
In the realm of courtly life allegiance of powers are daily shifted,
And the one who wears the crown might find his powers soon are lifted.
The Duchess of Plouck is very adept and playing the games at court,
And raising her Duke to the place of King is nothing more than sport.
The Duchess of Bermuda
was on her silken bed
trying to pull through a needle
some lovely golden thread.
The needle pricked her finger.
She fainted to the floor.
The noise it was so loud
the servants came running to her door.
When she wouldn’t answer,
they all became upset.
Someone stepped on her puppy.
Now they had to call the vet!
The vet was out to dinner
things were going quite insane
the puppy continued yelping
because he was in pain
The Duchess she came too,
and opened up the door.
She stared at her little puppy
who was yelping on the floor.
The puppy stopped his yelping.
The servants were dismayed.
The Duchess gave them all a smile
and sent them on their way.
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