The Duke and Duchess
Bill and Kate
Were standing outside
Elaine’s Estate.
They stuck their noses
Through the grate
But Queen Elaine still
Made them wait;
I guess it was
Noblesse Oblige
While The Royal Palace
Was Under siege
The Queen was out
Pulling weeds
In her garden
Planting seeds
Dragging bags
Of mulch and feed;
Our gracious Queen
Did at last demure
She donned her socks
Of bear skin furs
And with a face
Both sweet and pure,
Went down to greet them
At her door
David McLansky
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/queen-elaine-of-canada/
