I fear this may be one an American can't get a handle on (or at least this American) but I gave it a whirl so I might as well post it, such as it is:
WORDSWORTH
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That stretched across the British Isles
Then kept on stretching o'er the sea
And stretched for several thousand miles.
It covered more than half the earth,
This cloud I wandered lonely as,
And now I have by dint of birth
A claim no other monarch has:
Sixty years upon the throne,
The throne my royal backside fills!
In pensive mood, when I'm alone,
I mutter, "Bugger daffodils!"
Last edited by Roger Slater; 05-12-2012 at 08:22 AM.
Reason: Ann's suggestion for last line
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