They're Inviting Poets to Buckingham Palace
A little light satire* after A.A. Milne, written whilst watching with interest a certain amount of huffing and puffing from sections of the poetry community on the Internet about whether or not one should, as a poet, take up an invite from the Queen to celebrate contemporary poetry at Buckingham Palace**.
THey’re inviting poets to Buckingham Palace
They're inviting poets to Buckingham Palace
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
Alice is marrying a tousle-locked bard.
"A poet's life is terrible hard,"
Says Alice
They're inviting poets to Buckingham Palace
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
We passed a guard in a sentry-box.
"See how he stares at that poet's odd socks,"
Says Alice
They're inviting poets to Buckingham Palace
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
We debated entitlement, cause and claim.
"I'd rather bow to the muse, if it's all the same,"
Says Alice.
They're inviting poets to Buckingham Palace
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
They've great big parties inside the grounds.
"I wish they'd just sent us a hundred pounds,"
Says Alice
They're inviting poets to Buckingham Palace
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
"Do you think they'll give us a chance to perform?"
"It's all about tea, dear, not bucking the norm,"
Says Alice
They're inviting poets to Buckingham Palace
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
"And of how much interest are poets to Queens?"
"It's a grandiose method of counting beans,"
Says Alice
*slightly altered from what was posted on Facebook
**I wasn't invited, so can safely bask in satire without having to worry about whether I'd have gone or not...