My last monarch


It’s a bust of Elizabeth the Last,
the sculptor said, part of a new series
commissioned to commemorate the past
and put a stop to all those queries
on why we put an end to rule by kings and queens
with properly elected political has-beens.

It’s made from real resin and its eyes,
I hope, have captured the cold and steely gaze
of one who never seemed to like surprise,
who liked to keep the status quo unfazed.
It’s funny when you think Camilla almost brought them down
with images of her in fluffy mules, a negligé and crown.

They had a national church back then you know...
I thought to sculpt them too, but now who cares?
And York and Canterbury? They had to go.
And to your right’s the bust of Tony Blair.
Thanks to him we’re fixed within the Presidential scheme
and constitutional monarchy is just a distant dream.