To those who claim her day’s been spent,

And monarchy’s our nation’s flaw,

I say our Queen doth represent

A thousand years of British law.

 

Allegiance sworn to cotton banners,

Brittle parchments, modern manners?

Far too sterile, too unswerving,

Void of feeling, most unnerving.

 

Give me a queen, a king, a droid!

(But keep the cultural mosaic),

Before a constitution, void

Of human foibles, dull, prosaic.  

 

I’m liberal in social view,

But picky making loyalty pacts.

I’ll take the Queen, (and Chucky too),

O’er fealty to some scribbled Acts.

 

I’m not an Anglo-Saxon type,

Just skeptical of modern hype.

Remember, if you look askance,

That Willie One came o’er from France.