The Bee’s Knees
06/04/2020
A decade short of a
century
I prize you for all you have done.
You rule well over our
country,
Many people's heart
you have won.
In your teens you
helped in the war
In uniform driving lorries.
Although no fierce
action you saw
You served without any
worries.
At twenty one you
matched your Prince
Bore three princes and
a princess.
You've been together
ever since,
Though your daughter's
match was a mess.
In Kenya on a holiday
You heard that your
father had died.
You returned home
without delay
But I'm sure that you
mourned and cried.
I remember your
crowning well
We bought a wireless
to listen,
The event was such a
marvel
I was proud as a
citizen.
At school I made a big
scrap book
Of your photographs cut
from the news.
Other children wanted to
look
The teacher the best
one must choose.
As a young Queen you
made a tour
Visiting Commonwealth people
You were at home with
rich and poor
Trav'lling about as a
couple.
Many PMs have come and
gone
They consulted you
every week.
They were all men
except for one
And with her you were
far from meek.
At the Trooping of the
Colour
You always rode your
favourite horse.
The event is quite
popular
But you also love the
racecourse.
You read your Yule message
at three
Your faith in God subtly
shines through
You seem to wish to be
more free
And you always start
right on cue.
You're a lady of many
hats
Millin'ry as well as
concerns.
You do love Corgis,
but not cats
You've two castles for
your sojourns.
Many people think you
should go
But avoid listening to
their pleas
I'm a royalist you
should know.
I'm certain you are
the bee's knees!