a expectant crowd arose
to see her majesty
some nearly did compose
and some chanted blasphemy
the riot police turned up
before the queen arrived
others drank from flask cup
and blasphemy ones revived
it was a joyousness moment
queen went past and waved
the crowed stood in amazement
as her head it was shaved
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