Royal Hairs Of The Quarantine Queen Poem by Francie Lynch
Royal Hairs Of The Quarantine Queen
The Queen is in the Tower,
She desires to step out;
But the bouffant needs some tending
So Royal hairs don't fall out.
The Queen is in the Tower,
She dines well when she eats;
But Lizzie's in a tizzy now,
No walk-abouts on her street.
The Queen is in the Tower,
Standard flapping at full mast;
When the Union Flag is lowered,
Royal Heirs will know she passed.
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