Oy To The King Poem by anais vionet

Oy To The King

Rating: 5.0


I watched King Charles' coronation this morning.
I'm not British and some things confused me.
For instance, they kept saying "The new king."
New? The guy's a boomer - at least - right?

Apparently, he is, at once, the oldest king
ever and the newest king yet.

Can we talk about the old lady with the crown?
The wrinkled one on the right of him, in white,
the crypt keeper, with genuine platinum hair.
At first, I thought that it was Charles' mother.

But apparently, the old Queen died.
Has anyone looked into that?
Anyone who's read Shakespeare knows
how brutal royals can be and successions,
over time, have earned a sketchy reputation.

Anyway, I wish him well. I wouldn't want to live a life
where everyone around me moves up a notch
if something sudden and nasty happened to me.
Wobster's Dictionary, word of the day: Coronation: "when you put a target on someone's back"

*Is it me, or is his family SO high school - why?

Oy To The King
Saturday, May 6, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: queen,england,william shakespeare,humor
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Juhaina Tumlu 06 May 2023

I live in a kingdom I know how it functions. Good point.

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M. Asim Nehal 06 May 2023

Wonderful analysis and straight from your heart. Liked the way you put it together.5****

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