Down the local Post Office
while standing in the queue,
I recognised the bloke in front
(You know the way you do).
 
But putting names to faces
is where my memory fails,
then suddenly, it came to me –
here was the Prince of Wales!
 
I said, “Your Royal Highness Sir,
why are you in this queue?”
He said, “Sometimes, One has to do,
just what One has to do.
 
Mama sticks to her strict avowal
that she won’t set a date,
when she’ll throw in the Royal towel
and bloody abdicate!
 
And I can’t see a way for me
becoming King Charles quicker,
so I buy sheets of First Class stamps -
It’s the only way to lick her!”