This poem is taken from PN Review 240, Volume 44 Number 4, March - April 2018.
Poems
Coronation
One Christmas morning
I heard myself sing
to a steaming kitchen
‘I’m as happy as a king
belie-eve-mee’,
things going to pot
and everyone doing
the turkey trot.
As happy as Henry
and his court of beeves,
basting his fat
for My Lady Greensleeves,
as the snow-starred baby
in his candled stall,
they say is King
and Lord of all,
as George the Sixth
...
One Christmas morning
I heard myself sing
to a steaming kitchen
‘I’m as happy as a king
belie-eve-mee’,
things going to pot
and everyone doing
the turkey trot.
As happy as Henry
and his court of beeves,
basting his fat
for My Lady Greensleeves,
as the snow-starred baby
in his candled stall,
they say is King
and Lord of all,
as George the Sixth
...
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