Today, I’ve hardly thought about the Queen.
I’ve cooked, and read, and walked and watch TV,
Cop shows and mysteries have graced my screen.
I’ve so far dodged the Diamond Jubilee.
It’s very nice, I’m sure, but not for me.
“Congratulations on not being dead!”?
I don’t see why this can’t remain unsaid.
I could join in the street parades and cheers,
Bake cupcakes iced in red and white and blue,
The Queen’s been on the throne for sixty years!
Well, it’s a job for life, she always knew
She’d not get sacked. She’s not like me or you.
And though it seems indelicate to mention,
No-one expects the Queen to draw her pension.
If she had had to fight for her position,
If she was not the Queen because of birth,
There’d been an interview, or an audition.
She’d had to show the country what she’s worth
If she had shown us grit and wit and mirth,
For sixty years, well then she could expect
The likes of me to show her some respect.
I’ve hardly thought about the Queen today.
I really hope that she enjoys the fun.
But seriously, all I want to say
Is Liz, what is it that you think you’ve done?
Got married, and produced at least one son?
Forgive me, Ma’am, this isn’t said in hate,
But what the fuck is that to celebrate?
Tom Juniper Poetry 