Category Archives: Royalty

Donald J.Trump, the master of protocol, showing his common touch.

Nursery Time.

Silly twat, silly twat, where have you been?
Trumps been to London to fist-bump the Queen,
Silly twat, silly twat, what did you do there?
Made a right fool of myself, still Fox doesn’t care.

A change up for Prince Phillip, as he gives the driving up. Or has Her Majesty put her foot down?

End Of The Road.

Poor Prince Phillip had ‘a bit of an accident,’
Most inconvenient, and unpleasant,
Rolling onto its side his trusty old Rover went
After Phil failed to give way to a peasant.

Phillip clambered out bloodied but unbowed,
It ill behooves one of Royal bearing
To proclaim his wife does own the bloody road…
Blame the shock for the shocking swearing.

To be still going on, at ninety-seven years of age
Is long enough, the patient police responder felt,
Now Phil regrets his forgetfulness and failing to engage
His legally binding safety belt.

Good queen Liz gives a sigh of relief
That her Prince Charming is still alive
And that Phil is ready to turn over a new leaf
As well as his licence to drive

The Duke of Edinburgh is involved in a collision. Time for a crash course in Driver Ed, Phil? (Joking aside, get well Guv.)

Flip Toff.

The Queens consort HRH Prince Phillip
Drove away in his stately Range Rover,
A crash with a Kia caused his conveyance to tip
And the high riding Rover rolled over.

The Prince still drives well at ninety-seven
Though he’s a little shaky on the Highway Code,
Was he sun-dazzled, or did he see a glimpse of Heaven?
Phillip feels no need to head down that road.

Is it time for Prince Phillip to accept defeat,
Flog the posh Rover at some common market?
Give up the wheel and take a back seat
And royally park it?