The Wedding Of Prince William & Kate Midddleton

The wedding is happening, the invites all sent Alfonso is having a knees-up in Kent Dozens are strutting their stuff in the park Vergers are cartwheeling. Oh what a lark! St. Andrews is hosting a picnic with tea There are Union Jack cup cakes from York to Dundee Folk are ooing and ah-ing at Wills and Kate kissing Grannies are dabbing their eyes at the blessing Everyone gawks at the bride’s wedding dress And laughs at the guests who’ve tried hard to impress Wearing hats with goat horns, so exalted they soar Hats so wide it’s a wonder they fit in the door Some teeter on heels, on the tips of their toes The flowergirls, all flounces in buttons and bows, Look bored and bewildered. The family black sheep Is there in the fold. Jessie’s all of a heap When the anthem rings out and she spies Elton John Sitting there in the abbey with princess and don The wedding is happening, and folk are hell bent On a hoolie in Orkney, Balmoral and Kent In elegant chignons and royal blue wraps Or toppered and tailed like Etonian chaps In deep plunging necklines and red fascinators In pubs, the well wishers from punters to waiters Set i-pods and cameras clicking and ticking While cavalry horses start manes and tails flicking There’s munching of canapés, bubble and squeak Smoked salmon, asparagus, langoustines, leek The bunting is flapping the party’s full swing In gazebos and semis they’re flashing the bling In this virtual world in technology’s scene All the world can join in with the home plasma screen