Phooey to the Royals

Phooey to the Royals

A Poem by Elton Camp
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How do the British stand it?

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Phooey to the Royals

 

By Elton Camp

 

In the USA, we are all Mister, Mrs. or Miss

The royal titled our collective foot can kiss

In England they sure seem to take delights

Giving flattering titles to economic parasites

 

When I hear baron, lord, prince, earl or duke,

Titles really just sort of make me want to puke

Seems to me that they have an awful lot of nerve

Accepting honors they done nothing to deserve

 

It makes me wonder just how they come to rate

Being subsidized financially by the British state

I can not see just how on this good, green earth

They deserve anything from an accident of birth

 

A royal prince might even become less of a jerk

If, like the common folk, he had to go out to work

But I suppose the English will tolerate it anyhow

Still to their royal highnesses will scrape and bow

 

© 2010 Elton Camp


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Elton Camp
Elton Camp

Russellville, AL



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I am retired from college teaching/administration and writing as a hobby. My only "publications" are a weekly column in our local newspaper. Most of my writing is prose, but I do produce some "poetr.. more..

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