Killing Time

King Prince Charles sat in his bedroom,

Naked, except the royal socks, if you'd like to imagine that,

Pulling leftover Christmas crackers.

He had hundreds lined up, owing to the family's vast amounts of wealth.

Servants were on hand to unfurl each paper crown and plant it on his royal dome,

And possibly also read the joke if he felt like it.

Once the procession was complete he'd mash his paws together,

Make that noise he makes,

And grin at Not Queen Camilla.