THE ROYAL WEDDING

Blasted the royal horn

Ushered in the Duchess of Cambridge

With her tail of eight foot running along

Her smile blazing the screens of the world

The concerned and the unconcerned

Watching in their numbers on borrowed sets

Some twisting and turning their wrists

To see the colourful pictures on the web

The hungry child forgets his hunger

And runs to see the commoner take the royal vow

The beggar stroll to the side street to feed his eyes

To leave a mark on his memory

For his children unborn to be told

To be told the day when they stood for the change

A change the mother never succeeded

A change that must be for doom never repeated