Wisdom

A small

Hungry

Flame

Flickering dangerously

In the blustery wind of

Fools

Scandal

The queen had tooted

Cut the cheese

(Baser Englishmen say “fahted”)

In the midst of dignitaries

The prince ignored it

The princess smirked

The duke did raise his voice a bit

But journalists then went to work

The Sun exposed it

The Mirror spread it

The BBC skirted around it

But every person soon had read it

Comics chortled

Pundits stressed

(Some blamed a lax rear guard)

The palace PR blamed the chef

The kitchen stewed with accusation

Recipes were reassessed

The cooks left on a long vacation

 

Balls were canceled

Tea was late

Crumpets were all crisp and crumbly

Ambassadors became irate

“Let it blow over”

Some did suggest

Her majesty wryly replied

“That's what got us in this mess”

But some new scandal came around

The queen's faux poo was soon forgotten

Peace returned to England's crown

And so did baked au gratin

Suspenders

Men who think the belt buckle

To be a vexing obstacle

May prefer a shoulder strap

To a patent leather wrap

They may gladly have that right

As long as there's no end in sight