One winces

When princes

Announce they’re engaged

Do their ladies not fear

(as well as being caged)


That Henry the Eighth

(that bearded, red fella)

Whose penchant for change

Was way out of range)


Is their forebear! By blood!

Their offspring inherits!!

Pray, tell us do, just what are the merits?


Said Meghan’s Ma on a day at the spa

“Don’t marry Harry, try Barry or Larry”

But this love’s requited

(Dad might get knighted)


Their stars align

The girl’s got a mind

It’s so Now, very Pow!


Along comes May

The two entwine

All will be revealed in time

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