Balmoral

Prince Andrew's at Balmoral
and quite bankrupt, morally,
hiding where the law's arm
must retract and leave him be -
out there in old Scottish grounds,
highlands owned by English crown,
shan't be shaken,
neither stirred
and this case
shall not be heard.
Sleeps he well -
four poster bed -
this poster boy
for shame and dread,
pubescent girls
on which he preyed
must wait, still wait
while Andrew stays
sequestered at Mother's estate
behind high walls,
wrought iron gates
and rolling fields
with craggy rocks
land to roam
and take one's shot
at grouse,
perhaps, and pheasants too -
should a prince
need things to do.

Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown

Forgot the fa la la la la's accompanied by lute.
Sad state of affairs and all that rot.
Doubt he'll be the only to fall to this scandal...
but "who am I to judge another, Lord, I would follow thee"

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor