Palanquin seats with silver roses
Red carpets and golden shoes
China plates, and cutlery for service
"Welcome your honour"
Bless,
With white gloves and long back coats
He leads I follow
Green as nature
With carpets of green, green grasses
Trimmed to an inch of perfection
Fountains of endless flow
Cups of tea
Would Sir like a cup of tea?
I would, but its midday
Not to worry Sir
In the land of the Queen
Time has no boundary on cups of tea
Silver tray’s China tea cups
Kilt wearing short breads
Ginger bread men and Cad-bury chocolate
My comfort is an ocean of dreams
I am Royal, dinning with the Queen
Crumbling crumpets
Of shattered dreams
Still with dreams
Nightmare holds underlining words
This is not the agreement we had
Buckingham Palace
Was what we agreed on
Marry Poppins and flying beds
My Fair Lady
Gave signals, signs of disturbance
Cold rooms, with shrinking walls
Home is paradise deserted
Dusk to dawn of slavery for penny
Nothing but the beggar's last coin to gain
This is the harsh pill of reality
Given to swallow
In the Queen's Land
Before making it past
The beggar's post
In the Queen's land
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