Highclere Castle Trailer Park Bark Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Upstairs, downstairs, in Lady's Mary's room
see lurk smirk Turk, loom horseless carriage groom,
Ship sinks, Earl thinks future prospects grim
Will inks land's links threatened, sails a 'trim,

Forbears forbear from Estate's treasure chest
Fresh heir's odd airs leave dowager distressed,
Three girls - pressed curls - address conventions, swim
on divergent courses, slim chances, whim or prim.

Pre-war, post-war,country courting dapper,
Uptown down town, royalty to flapper,
Well writ bit parts, cast know stations,
Tell, fit, wit arts,antics anticipations.

High, clear overview, sub-plots a brimming,
Episodes catch through You Tube skimming
Butler, housemaid, know their places keep
watch on silver plate, earn updated keep.

Subtly sketched story line, staff tiffs landed gently
riff-raff poker faced, landed gentry's Bentley.
All's well that ends well, inheritance secured
heirlooms passed on, public reassured.