My mum and dad, they met the queen.
(Do I sound Bri-ish? sayin’ “mum,” I mean?)
He wore full-dress uniform, squeaky clean.
A dashing couple, right?
Her dress was made of gold lamé –
Her shoes were gold, or so they say –
And with opera gloves, they were on their way
To a very memorable night.
They saved the invite all this time
(The name’s erased — prevent identity crime)
And that is the end of this pitiful rhyme.
So “Q” is done now. Quite.
Cool! The Queen and Prince Phillip were last here in 2010 in my city. They took part in an unveiling at a museum in honour of her and Queen Victoria, and when they left by car, the car passed by me, and I quite clearly saw both of them in the back seat. That’s as close as I’ll ever come.
How neat! Did they get to say more than hello and nice to meet you?
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I found your post today quite quintessential! How lovely to have the original invitation – certainly a night to remember for your mum and dad 🙂 Have been reading your other poems for previous posts too. I have decided to do one for my R post today but it is not a rhyme!
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Clever poem to go along with lovely photos, and how nice to still have the invitation 🙂
What a wonderful memory!
And I thought your little poem was cute. 🙂
Love it! Keep Seussing, Sally ; )