PEEVISH BEE BOOKS
Parisienne (October 2010)
Parisienne, Ode to Prince Charles, Being Welsh,
Falling Laptop, Perpetual Sunday, Inspiration/Tribulation,
Neither Pebbles nor Fish, November.
Ode to Prince Charles
Prince Charles’ dirty socks smell much like mine,
The only difference being,
His in cashmere bear the royal cipher
And are the best to be found,
Whilst mine are monogrammed by ‘Primark,’
At three pairs to the pound.
The Prince, with a common touch not missing,
Touches us commoners with his upfront honesty
And modestly sticks out a hand - for shaking not for kissing.
He earns more in a day than I in a decade.
We are divided by money, background, lineage
And in my case distinct lack of privilege,
But just like our smelly socks,
He and I are united by a passion
For recycling, sustainability,
And ecological sensibility.
So when journeying around the land,
He runs his royal train on recycled cooking oil
To reduce environmental ills.
Whilst I cruise my old car in neutral
And freewheel down the hills.