[Roger Slater]

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!"