a attempt at a tongue-in-cheek poem about a particular, and seemingly/allegedly rather distasteful, example of British ‘pompousness’ and ‘circumstances’… written a few days before Mr. Mountbatten Windsor was not only de-duke but also ex-princed… NOTE: this item might include exaggeration (in respect of number of teens) and slight underestimation (in respect of number of teddy bears!) 🙂
