A lot more medals to polish by these pitiable; poor sod serf, monarchical batmen!

Self-explanatory

By Stanley Collymore      
    
Ah the Windsors! The Defenders of the
Universe; Champions of the rich, and
highly influential meddlers in British      
politics although unelected and really      
unaccountable to anyone least of all      
their distinctly peasant and fawning
sycophants. Granted by parliament      
an extra £145 million Pounds each      
year recently simply additionally to  
the several millions, which they do      
annually quite customarily receive      
plus those one billion Pound wind      
turbine revenues that they equally      
obligatorily get evidently because      
the British monarchy ridiculously,      
actually because of who they are
effectively own the entire seabed      
around the coasts of Britain; and      
as such every solitary thing, that      
is of benefit, and connected to it.      
And of course clearly absolutely      
legally exempt from ever having      
to rather troublesomely pay any      
of that odiously inheritance tax!        
    
Good grief! Does all this extra      
handing out of useless and      
utterly meaningless fancy      
titles mean that their new recipients:      
dull, baldy William Windsor, skilfully      
adept social climber, and bone idle,      
markedly unquestionably work shy      
Waity Katie Middleton and literally      
the undeniably third wheel on this      
simple, distinctive wagon, Sophie      
Rhys Jones, get the chance to go      
and visit those fancy attire, dress      
shops for more silly outfits while      
also, similarly avidly, rummaging      
through their equally quite fancy      
medal boxes, to significantly too
additionally enhance their brand      
new and apportioned positions?      
Highly insensitive of Charles, as      
his sister Anne Windsor literally      
in prominence terms must truly      
be basically choked and simply    
quite devastatingly envious too    
relative this catching up on her!      
    
(C) Stanley V. Collymore      
11 August 2023.        
    
    
Author's Remarks:      
Another convenient opportunity for the Savile Row tailors to clearly, essentially make more bespoke, military uniforms for these so-called royals that basically, quite evidently never ever do genuinely join the British Armed Forces let alone would realistically fight for Britain. But in essence are the classic patriots that will naturally, undoubtedly vociferously, enthusiastically and equally bellicosely fight to the last drop of someone else's blood in any real defence of Britain but unsurprisingly never willing to spill their own blood in such a cause. But actually have no problem whatsoever in literally and distinctly seeing themselves as the undoubted and similarly divine rulers of this United Kingdom.      
    
This is precisely how the Windsors get things! They are either granted them or have them handed out to them. Since in actuality they've never earned a solitary thing in their pathetic and useless lives; and frankly wouldn't know the feeling of achievement if it were to quite basically unquestionably and proverbially simply literally actually jump out and bite them on their quite unwarrantedly privileged, and utterly useless asses!

Author's Note

As per all my previous works.