You’re ‘a good egg, Lillibet
and we’ve grown up with you all our lives.
In an era not long gone
Lillibet you’re the one.
Black or white, rich or poor
Elizabethans all.
With your profile on all those coins and notes
who wouldn’t want more?
On an island in the sea
and around the world spinning in space
newspapers today are drizzly soggy
or sun-drenched parched with your face.
Lucky us to have lived through your times.
Bit of a shock you’re mortal and just like us.
Our personal angels are winging thank you letters to you
and those that aren’t wonder ‘What’s the fuss?”.
Lamp posts are falling down
and we’re toasting you and your reign.
Always understood you though we never always got you:
Us a little bit wayward
though we always came back to you again and again and again.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
