In The Queen's Land

Palanquin sits with silver roses
Red carpets and golden shoes
Welcome your honour
Bless,
With white gloves and long back coat
He leads I follow

Green as nature
With carpets of green, green grasses
Trimmed to an inch of perfection
Fountains of endless flow

Cups of tea
Would Sir like a cup of tea?
I would, but its midday
Not to worry Sir
In the land of the Queen
Time has no boundary on cups of tea

Silver tray's China tea cups
Kilt wearing short breads
Ginger bread men and Cadbury chocolate
My comfort is an ocean of dreams
I am Royal, dinning with the Queen

Crumbling crumpets of shattered dreams
Still dreams,
Only nightmare is the underlined word

This is not the agreement we had
Buckingham Palace
Was what was agreed
Marry Poppins and flying beds

My Fair Lady gave signals of disturbance
This cold room, with shrinking four walls
Dusk to dawn of slavery
For nothing but the beggars last coin
Is the harsh pill of reality
I got given to swallow
In the Queen's Land

By: Kodjo Deynoo
http://poetrysoundbites.blogspot.com/