God Save The Queen Poem by Matt Western

God save the queen
Her mind kept pristine

Those grave odysseys
And nods really spell defeat

Crusades that paved the way
For colonial rule one day

Her true colours on display
In a jilted serenade

Up and down the strand
Costing many a grand

The taxpayer bears the price
Of this lizard after mice

I rhyme this verse in couplets
For diamonds really are rough kid

Let's pull the blinds again
Over the iron curtain my friend