There's a flag over Windsor Castle
To show if the Queen's in or out.
A Union Jack flies if she's not in
Her very own flag if she is.
It's hard for the common people
To know how hard royal life can be
For to haul up a flag
When you go out or come in
Is really an awful drag.
Imagine the situation
If the Royals go out
For the day, but see,
Out their car's rear window,
That the flag is still flapping away.
"Bloody hell" says the Queen to Phillip,
"We'll have to turn right round.
We can't let them think we're in when we're out
We'll need to get the damn thing down."
So they have to go back and sort out the flag
You can see what a drag that must be
If they're out for the day
But the flag's up its pole for everyone to see.
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Second Wind
PoetryHighest rank #12 in Poetry Second Wind is an eclectic collection of mostly light hearted poems but often has a serious message and takes the occasional side swipe at politicians and those in power.
