Queenie's Money

Oh dear, Phillip,
One is skint!
Call the Mint!
One needs some bloody money,
But one's skint.

One can't sell off the Palace,
The Corgis just can't go.
The Crown is in the Tower,
So ones money supply is low.

Ones bankers have got problems.
The taxman's on ones case.
There's got to be some bloody dough,
Stashed around this place.

Get off your bloody arias.
Look down the sofa's back
Find me all the moolah,
That one currently lacks!

Charles could sell off Cornwall,
And give one what he owes,
But he's too bloody busy,
Painting Camillas toes.

So,
Oh dear, Phillip,
One is skint!
Call the Mint!
One needs some bloody money,
But one's skint.



J R A Gigney
28 February 2013