The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Jun 21, 2003
A Sitting Room in Middle England
No, Wayne dear, she's not the oldest woman in the world
Though hearing Dimbleby go on, you'd think so.
She's our Queens's Mum and Queen of Mums, she made her what she is,
I only wish their Margaret wouldn't drink so.
No, Wayne, there's no Queen Dad, that's not how royal families work
They DO work, Barry, no more of your lip!
They open things and give out medals, and they walk about -
Though she can't now, of course, what with her hip.
No, Wayne, he's the Queen's husband - yes, I know he's called a Prince
He isn't King because... well, he's just not.
His job's insulting foreigners, and conservation work -
Though that's rich after all the birds he's shot!
No Wayne, that's Princess Anne, or should I say the Princess Royal
Why can't they get along with just one name?
It's like they did with Winscale when they called it Sellafield -
I only hope the reason's not the same!
No Wayne, she's not the one whose car went upside down and crashed
That was poor Lady Di, our English Rose.
The Queen Mum planned her marriage to the Prince of Wales, they say,
So even she's not perfect, I suppose.
No Wayne, you can't turn over, this is history, you know
You'll tell your children's kids about today
Oh, wait a minute, blimey, is it really ten to two?
We've missed the first half of Home and Away!