The new Prime Minister has not even unpacked at her new residence.
She also did not even fake a curtsy nor a bow when greeting the Queen.
Just Yesterday, and Today she is gone, at 96 years of age.
What are we all to do?
Even those of us who are not British?
Being turned back from Canada as a former dual citizen.
I did not have the right luggage.
Itinerary is what they asked.
I had not prepared my trip but wanted to see the old French quarter.
It will never be the same.
I was born in route between Paris and Perris.
My birth certificate says California.
My old passport used to say French Canada.
Although I attempted to be a good French citizen.
Native Americans are rarely really encouraged.
Here we are and with my mother gone ahead.
She would not have believed the fuss they put out.
And then dumped the jovial Boris for the hawkish Truss.
The Post has been placed on Buckingham Palaces Gate.
She has not even been in residence for at least three years.
A lot has happened since they vacated Buckingham.
They moved to Windsor her and Philip.
He left her last year and was buried privately.
The Pandemic was so limiting to everyone.
Balmoral was her second home,
And it was also her last resting place.
Her Christmas time with her children.
Time free from the public.
And no interference from those German
Wanna bees.
Her life was altered when she was still a child.
Her parents were like third or fourth in line.
They were poor church mice.
They had an apartment inside a palace.
She spent her childhood
Stealing downstairs to see if there was anything
Left over from supper.
Children did not eat the same as adults.
Her light tea and supper were not sufficient.
She wanted at least a piece of meat.
Scamper and hide.
There they left all that beef out.
All she wanted was a piece of cheese.
Or a smack
Sister found it sneaking.
Shh, take some beef on a fork
And a lovely slice of cheese
Smuggle up the back stairs.
Giggles and quiet
Sounds on the back stairs
Upper window seat.
There they are
So says the King
Your parents sent out the guards
But I knew you two
Would be taking advantage of my pantry.
Your pantry, it will be mine one day.
Her uncle chuckled.
Blessed girl, she was probably right.
His days were numbered and the others missing.
Her silence was masking
What was she thinking
A summer job as a curator
Was so nerve wracking.
Her children were so perfect.
And yet there was going to be trouble.
Without trouble she had no reason to keep her job.
Her job she kept for seventy years.
And now it is the aged son, bent over
Who is expected to take over.
What happened to the young Charles
Good looking enough to challenge
The Movie stars of the Golden era
And yet, there was never a good time
For her to leave and him to take over.
Here he is now Seventy years old himself.
With a second wife, Camilla.
And two spoiled boys.
Once nice enough
But both married prostitutes.
Whose only job is to get noticed.
How much more time do they need
They have reproduced admirably
Children who are of half royal blood.
But they themselves will nver be taken seriously
Especially if they are as rumored
Bastards born out of wedlock
King Charles at last
What the country wanted
From the first
Pickles and pears
The worst scandal
Abdicating for an American divorcee
Providing only a child queen
Who was never respected
By the population
They only showed up
To see the charming boy
In her arms
It is how it works
The one who loves you the most
Is also not appreciated
Loved and admired by those around the world
Devoted to her duties
Her great grandchildren will never know her
Her challenges as ambulance driver
Eating bread and butter sandwiches
Because no one would make her a lunch
In her war time work
While the King said nothing
Knowing she would have her way
One day as Queen
Her husband should have King himself
But demurred to her wisdom
To keep her people to her kingdom
She has lost a number of nations
In her empire due to independence
But her own worth was her courage
In the face of all
And kept the Presidents, Prime Ministers, and others
From blowing each other up
And forcing her nations navy
To be in the fore front of technology.
The news has no idea what they are adoring
They don't even know what to call the new guy
God rest her soul and bless this kid with a crown and a title.
The officials are also unaware of what
They are to do next
A state funeral is expected.
At Westminster Abbey
Long live the King
And whisk those girls into the basement where they belong.
Oh by the way
Will Charles and Camille
Change thier name?
After all,
Philip bitterly complaned
That it was not his name
Technically, they are the last
Romanovs
His father the nearest to the Tsar
And through Victoria
The Tsarina
And his own mother
Just saying with all that is going on
In the world,
We forget were we got this particular
Set of Monarchs.
They are more German than Roman
More Russian than Celtic
As it is Kate
Is already using the title
And Meghan wanted the tiara
Poor little girls
Who just dont want to grow up
Super rich might bring down
The monarchy itself
Before they are even illegible
Long live him no matter what he is called.
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