The Diamond Jubilee
A poem to celebrate this event
By Betty Field
THE DIAMOND JUBILEE
It’s our Queen’s Jubilee
She’s reigned for 60 years,
Not only over you and me
But all her lords and peers.
What is this job “to reign”?
So many people ask,
Training all those corgis
Must be a daunting task.
She has to shake a lot of hands
And wave graciously from her car,
She inspects all the marching bands
And visits lands afar.
She wields a mighty sword
Over hoards of bended legs,
To make knights of her lords
And not chop off their heads.
On her arm she has a Prince
A very outspoken Greek,
And people often wince
When he opens his mouth to speak.
But do not let us mock
He is always there,
A supportive solid rock
When she is in despair.
Three marriages bite the dust
Her Mother and sister died,
Her annus horribilis
And he was by her side.
Our Buckingham Palace resident
We hold in high esteem,
Would we prefer a president?
No! We stick with our Queen.
Good luck to Elizabeth two
May you have many years left,
From all of us to you
Good times, good health, God bless.
Betty Field
This page was added on 16/07/2012.