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Happy birthday to our Duke of Edinburgh

A man of many talents reaching ninety nine,

The oldest ever member of the Royal Family line.

He once remarked that bits were dropping off his ancient frame,

A remarkable man,the Duke of Edinburgh his name.

 

His double digit birthday celebrated in Windsor Castle,

Shielding there with the Queen avoiding coronavirus hastle.

Celebrating there with a modest lunch at his leisure,

A long serving consort to the Queen,a national treasure.

 

Born in Corfu in 1921

Learnt sign language as a son,

His mum was deaf and couldn't hear,

Communicating with him whom she held so dear.

 

Many an omlette he has cooked,

To Mary Berry the Duke is hooked.

He loves watching a T.V. cooking show,

Travelling ,into his luggage a frying pan would go.

 

To the Duke  a sense of humour is a must,

Wooing the Queen in Balmoral into a kilt he was thrust.

Meeting King George V1 he was supposed to bow,

Wearing a kilt he curtsied raising many a brow.

 

He saw active service in World War 2,

While serving our country the Queen he did woo.

We owe you a debt that you would never claim,

Our Queen's strength and protector you became.

 

Thankyou for the care and attention you have given our Queen,

A firm pedestal of confidence and knowledge for Her you have been.

Next year a card from Her Majesty you will get,

To  a national treasure whom She will thank God that She met.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

◄ Fred's loss of drive

Homeless sleeping on the steps ►

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 12th Jun 2020 16:00

A deserved tribute for all that HRH has meant to Her Majesty and for
what he himself achieved in his life of public service. Never one to
hold back on his opinions, the tongue was as often as not very firmly in the royal cheek - a realist who knew life at the sharp end of war
and understood the value of recognising the worries of ordinary folk.
- the personification of Kipling's man who could walk with kings yet
keep the common touch.
He is a man, my son!

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