King Charles is in his counting house,
Boy … does he have lots of money!
And he doesn’t pay any tax at all …
So ridiculous … it’s almost funny.
They won’t put him in a care home,
And sell his palaces to pay the bill,
He’ll be waited on hand and foot …
And borne majestically over the hill.
The very best of medical care …
No wrestling with Anima for him,
Or gatekeeper receptionists who
Point-blank refuse to book him in.
Yet … even he can’t count on family …
Back to earth with a hell of a bump:
A prodigal son … a wayward brother,
An in-law or two, he’d like to dump.
King Charles is in his counting house,
With Queen Camilla as his honey,
I never thought we’d warm to her …
The power of PR’s what stuns me.
Pam Ski
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