The Wedding Of Prince William & Kate Midddleton Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The Wedding Of Prince William & Kate Midddleton



The wedding is happening, the invites all sent
Alfonso is having a knees-up in Kent
Dozens are strutting their stuff in the park
Vergers are cartwheeling. Oh what a lark!
St. Andrews is hosting a picnic with tea
There are Union Jack cup cakes from York to Dundee

Folk are ooing and ah-ing at Wills and Kate kissing
Grannies are dabbing their eyes at the blessing
Everyone gawks at the bride’s wedding dress
And laughs at the guests who’ve tried hard to impress
Wearing hats with goat horns, so exalted they soar
Hats so wide it’s a wonder they fit in the door

Some teeter on heels, on the tips of their toes
The flowergirls, all flounces in buttons and bows,
Look bored and bewildered. The family black sheep
Is there in the fold. Jessie’s all of a heap
When the anthem rings out and she spies Elton John
Sitting there in the abbey with princess and don

The wedding is happening, and folk are hell bent
On a hoolie in Orkney, Balmoral and Kent
In elegant chignons and royal blue wraps
Or toppered and tailed like Etonian chaps

In deep plunging necklines and red fascinators
In pubs, the well wishers from punters to waiters
Set i-pods and cameras clicking and ticking
While cavalry horses start manes and tails flicking

There’s munching of canapés, bubble and squeak
Smoked salmon, asparagus, langoustines, leek
The bunting is flapping the party’s full swing
In gazebos and semis they’re flashing the bling

In this virtual world in technology’s scene
All the world can join in with the home plasma screen

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