Her Majesty she his bin
Sixty ’ears “on the throne”
She maan hae a sair belly
Littin oot an antrin groan
A gweed laxative ‘tis needed
Ti aise the puir wumman’s woes
Efter sixty ’ears “on the throne”
Ye’d hae ti maximise the dose
Noo am nae an anti royalist
Nor a supporter o the croon
Bit “on the throne” aa iss time
Maan git Her Majesty doon
Raise a gless o Syrup o Figs
As a toast ti Her Majesty
Efter sixty ’ears “on the throne”
Fae win micht she bide free
A ken richt weel wi iss poem
Een or twa micht nae see reason
An ca upon the powers aat be
Ti hae me jiled fer treason
QueenVictoria micht hae said
We are nae amused
Clap the mannie in irons
Iss canna be excused
So ony mail addressed ti me
An ma trial cwid need fundin
Jist sen it ti “The Poetry Mannie”
C/O The Tower o London
©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2012
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