I SAW A KING
A Coronation Special
© Paolo Bolzoni, 13 May 2023
I saw a king sitting on a stone
In a church built in a time long gone
Unnaturally dressed in mystic clothes
Stood in what tradition for him chose
For he’s used to the comfort of a proper throne
An archbishop buzzing like a bee
Forced the king on his knees
The clergy carrying his gown
Whispering “try to calm down”
As Charles was not quite at ease
Orb, sacred vestments baton and swords
Solemnly carried after being 70 years stored
The Masons watched in disbelief
It’s our copyright! they sobbed in grief
For what the king did on his own accord
The archbishop took a red book
Not the Firm’s chequebook
“Bible” was written on its cover
Charles had hardly time to recover
Before swearing with a solemn look
I swear to defend the faith, said the king
For that’s a holy thing
Worry not, it’s not a wraith
Provided it’s the Anglican faith
Salvation to Britain it will bring
I know Anglicans are in a small minority
And over other 60 million Brits I have no authority
Rishi reading from the Bible laughing at the poor chaps
Who believe in all his crap
For cutting taxes is the real priority
It’s all an ancient uniform fashion show
The guests are sitting in orderly rows
The members of the Firm in the first
Spare wheel Harry in the third
Alone his eyes closed in woe
The BBC, CNN and world TV channels
Interviews and opinions in the panels
In fierce competition for the audience
Who slowly lost their patience
And zapped to the sport channel
Back to the palace, the main actors on the balustrade
Smiled and waived, looked like a happy brigade
Outside the crowd sing and cheer
Looking forward to their beer
And poor Willy who is next kept his staid
© Paolo Bolzoni, 13 May 2023
I saw a king sitting on a stone
In a church built in a time long gone
Unnaturally dressed in mystic clothes
Stood in what tradition for him chose
For he’s used to the comfort of a proper throne
An archbishop buzzing like a bee
Forced the king on his knees
The clergy carrying his gown
Whispering “try to calm down”
As Charles was not quite at ease
Orb, sacred vestments baton and swords
Solemnly carried after being 70 years stored
The Masons watched in disbelief
It’s our copyright! they sobbed in grief
For what the king did on his own accord
The archbishop took a red book
Not the Firm’s chequebook
“Bible” was written on its cover
Charles had hardly time to recover
Before swearing with a solemn look
I swear to defend the faith, said the king
For that’s a holy thing
Worry not, it’s not a wraith
Provided it’s the Anglican faith
Salvation to Britain it will bring
I know Anglicans are in a small minority
And over other 60 million Brits I have no authority
Rishi reading from the Bible laughing at the poor chaps
Who believe in all his crap
For cutting taxes is the real priority
It’s all an ancient uniform fashion show
The guests are sitting in orderly rows
The members of the Firm in the first
Spare wheel Harry in the third
Alone his eyes closed in woe
The BBC, CNN and world TV channels
Interviews and opinions in the panels
In fierce competition for the audience
Who slowly lost their patience
And zapped to the sport channel
Back to the palace, the main actors on the balustrade
Smiled and waived, looked like a happy brigade
Outside the crowd sing and cheer
Looking forward to their beer
And poor Willy who is next kept his staid
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