2. The king and democracy
3.
king of Norway sits in his living room watching TV
and thinking of the old day when they lived in a big castle
which is now a museum and a nursery on the first floor.
The problem is the pesky democracy where everyone is equal
so much, so his wife left him for a shopkeeper.
His son and daughter live in Lisbon, Portugal is also
a democracy only less so, and the people address them as princess and crown-prince.
The king speaks to them on Skype, he is getting old and
remind his children they are royals, his children laugh
how can you get respect when you are not allowed to use
your titles and when they walk in the street, no one takes their hats off.
No, socialist/democracy makes royalty impossible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem