Indeed it did, Janice. Sheer genius, don't you knnow.
And now there's this. It could equally well be Julian Slade.
Sandy Wilson to Queen Elizabeth the Second
I'd like to be your Laureate.
My verse is terse and sprightly,
And, Queenie dear, do not forget
I dream about you nightly.
I've written lots and lots of stuff
And done the music too, ma'am.
So when I've polished it enough
I'll sing it just for you, ma'am.
Rely on me to do the biz.
Right Royal Odes, I'll pen 'em,
And spare you, dearest, darling Liz,
Crude socialistic venom.
I want to see a monarchy
Less snobbish, stiff and starchy.
Your Royal Family will be
As gay as Liberace.
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