The News Paper Read

Morning brew, dressed would the monarch be 
Cups of tea,  and  the news to be read 
As the king on chess games, work games 
He reads the news paper to start with routine  


To be moved, on event of reaction 
The news does read, a portrait of a man 
Printed on pages, what stories he hold, I wonder


I wonder, what stories the horoscope pages tell, to ponder 
Would it be to do with love, fortune, or a stranger's bequest, I wonder 
He reads, this fortune tellers inscriptions, to know, his luck 


I wonder, will the monarch have to abdicate his thrown   
On default of mortgage repayment, be made homeless  
I wonder how the papers would read 


What of the weather, the weathers play   
Would nature choose to smile on the day  
I wonder, what the weather report would say 


And for the sports, how did we do 
Would the king, jubilate and wear his colours
Or seat frustrated, saying 
"why did the manger not buy more players"


Cups of tea, or coffee for your like
As preferred , by the monarch, for his like  
I wonder how the news papers read 

In The Queen's Land

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