I saw them marching on parade
The Guards in scarlet coats
Metal work was burnished bright
With highly polished boots
One officer was mounted
A brigadier surveyed
The throng of horse guard patriots
Who watched the troops arrayed

Massed-bands played stirring music
Cacophonies abound
Approaching now her majesty
The word spreads quickly round
Tension could be measured
I heard a sergeant’s wail
And then I saw the O.C’s horse
Raise up its plaited tail

Manure was soon a player
In this solemn ceremony
More pigeons came a-flocking
To partake of it for tea
They nearly upstaged HRH
Arriving on her steed
But bless her royal cotton socks
Who saw the funny side



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Sat 30th May 2015 17:00

Thank you both for your kind comments. I have left a response on your home page. CHEERS.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 29th May 2015 11:38

Oats in - oats out! That is the nature of oats - beast or man - hard to regulate.

Delightful canter through a formal parade - and I'm presuming the breakdown of rhyme and rhythm in the last stanza is dead on purpose.

Great to see your work again.

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Harry O'Neill

Thu 28th May 2015 23:01

A good Human and ceremonial satire (and in rhyme!)

Good job our royal lot are horsey types who have been wallowing around in horse-shit since childhood.

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