And top of the morning to you, Sir!
How this turd, wearing the Queen's rags
could justify the audacity.The nerve.
After the Royal horse farted (it was her) ,
they ate those Hannover snags
something the Krauts would serve.
Told him to jump, using his Loden
as a parachute, hail Mary's? Two.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem