CHARLIE AND THE COCK UP FACTORY

Prince Charles criticised for 'planting moles' in government departments
MPs are to raise the matter in the Commons after the heir to the throne was described as a 'constitutional crisis in waiting' Guardian 18/08/13














Charles awakes, just after five
feeling no particular thrill to be alive.
Another day spent waiting in the wings
An ‘almost king’ a sad and empty thing.

Surveying the crumpled bedding now he sighs,
Feeling the need to move to wash and dress
He calls his valet to come in with the press.

The papers make grim reading,
On every page a mess
Cock-ups and blunders it drives him to despair
Oh to be like ‘mum’ and no longer really care.

He dwells upon a thought,
One day to really rule
Oh how sublime how truly satisfactory
To destroy the clanking cock-up factory.


Camilla rises picks up a copy of The Sun
“I see they’re being rude again my dear.”
She wants to make a joke, but it’s no laughing matter
She knows this plebeian prattle makes him fear.

“They've no longer have respect these gutter types,
there was a time”….his story ends
he's thinking of the power of Saudi friends.

“Buck up, my love a Republic’s just the dream
of lefty clowns
the people love the Queen!”

She winces at her error, turns toward him,
His face a sudden floundering anguished fears,
His time will never come his life reduced
To endless disrespectful chatter, the constant sneers.

“Think of it clever Charlie, the moves you've blocked,
the back door always open wide
Westminster crawling with your spies.”
Charles collects his pride.

Yes, they think I'm wacky
But there’s much more from ear to ear
I've plans to lead this nation
Perhaps this time next year?


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