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The Queen Mums Teeth (Free verse) by scitz

I miss her smile full of decayed molars, and the way she talked of values to peasants, and I loved her dressed in caledonian tweed, Talking to 'Harry' smoking weed, As she repeatedly shot game and pheasants. She liked a tipple of brandy after brunch, It relieved the pain of her hunch, I admired her courage after her 5th hip operation, And the way she used her icy persuasion. She called Charlie big ears but with affection, He would murmur 'oh naughty nanny bunny', I wonder if she ever slapped them, Yes I bet she did. When she died I raised a glass of Martell brandy, And said Here's to you Ma'm I'm sure you'll be dandy, Up there with God kicking him off his throne, Continuing the greatness of a once great empire, Smiling that black English winning smile, And all those in heaven will search for the fire. (sorry if this sucks it was written while Return of the jedi was on pause, the ewoks are kicking ass, gotta go)

ALChemy 2-Nov-05/7:40 AM
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