Now the hype is over
The Scots have had their say
Though many would have liked to go,
It seems they are to stay.
I love the sound of pipes, and drums
The swirling of a kilt
Although I often wonder
If, in winter, things might wilt?
Our monarch just stayed silent
We never heard her voice,
Although the constitution
Does not give her much choice.
It doesn't mean a thing to me
I serve a higher power,
I genuflect at every turn
In fear I often cower.
This is no royal potentate
That rules my very life,
It is that fearsome ugly troll,
The mother of my wife!!!!
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Owain Glyn
