Her Majesty And The Prince Come To Town!
How rare it is when a queen comes to your town. Maybe they're sick of her in England (I mean...Queen this, Queen that, ALL the time) but we here in the sticks, her former subjects, were hypnotized just by the sight of this old gal, yesterday, in Jamestown and Williamsburg.
About 50 specially selected persons of high color were allowed near her highness (though I read she treads pretty close to the ground) and some even got to bow and scrape. I'd bow, I guess, being of good obedience, but I'm not sure what to do when one scrapes, so I'd skip that, and write a note to the Queen later.
Her husband, Prince, jaunted over to Norfolk to see the town he'd lasted visited in 1941, as a midshipman in the Royal Navy. He thought perhaps he'd have his tattoo redone, get a "massage" and maybe blow out a couple of beer halls with the fellows. But, sadly Norfolk has changed since 1941, and no longer accommodates the low slumming of high potentates (although he's really only married to one, he gets the goodies too).
The mayor of Norfolk Paul Fraim never left his side, hoping some of Prince's royalty might rub off and he'd become better looking. Ain't happening, Paul. But good luck when the mayor of Chuckwagon, Texas comes. I hear he's charming.
Back to the Queen. She toured the campus of William And Mary, which of course belonged to her a couple of hundred odd years ago. She began having her aides gather up stuff to take back home (what's right is right) but they all got caught at the metal detector going out back through the front door. No one said anything, but the Queen was clearly embarrassed, as you could see her nipples because of so much sweat.
Please don't try to steal anymore of our things, Your Majesty, or we may have to begin flyovers over GB and bring you more democracy (I know you have it...but you can never have enough, right?). Our two nations are friends (although in private they talk about how gauche we are).
We love you, your Majesty, and hope that you return to Hampton Roads again soon. And next time don't forget to bring me some of those delicious Cadbury candy bars, and plenty of dimes for the loo.
Your friend and loyal former subject,
Joe Postove
About 50 specially selected persons of high color were allowed near her highness (though I read she treads pretty close to the ground) and some even got to bow and scrape. I'd bow, I guess, being of good obedience, but I'm not sure what to do when one scrapes, so I'd skip that, and write a note to the Queen later.
Her husband, Prince, jaunted over to Norfolk to see the town he'd lasted visited in 1941, as a midshipman in the Royal Navy. He thought perhaps he'd have his tattoo redone, get a "massage" and maybe blow out a couple of beer halls with the fellows. But, sadly Norfolk has changed since 1941, and no longer accommodates the low slumming of high potentates (although he's really only married to one, he gets the goodies too).
The mayor of Norfolk Paul Fraim never left his side, hoping some of Prince's royalty might rub off and he'd become better looking. Ain't happening, Paul. But good luck when the mayor of Chuckwagon, Texas comes. I hear he's charming.
Back to the Queen. She toured the campus of William And Mary, which of course belonged to her a couple of hundred odd years ago. She began having her aides gather up stuff to take back home (what's right is right) but they all got caught at the metal detector going out back through the front door. No one said anything, but the Queen was clearly embarrassed, as you could see her nipples because of so much sweat.
Please don't try to steal anymore of our things, Your Majesty, or we may have to begin flyovers over GB and bring you more democracy (I know you have it...but you can never have enough, right?). Our two nations are friends (although in private they talk about how gauche we are).
We love you, your Majesty, and hope that you return to Hampton Roads again soon. And next time don't forget to bring me some of those delicious Cadbury candy bars, and plenty of dimes for the loo.
Your friend and loyal former subject,
Joe Postove
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