I have nothing against Harry and Meghan - in fact I applaud them for wanting to cut their ties with the Royal family and earn their own living - but a letter in today's West Australian suggesting Hary should be made Governor General of Australia reminded me of a poem by Hilaire Belloc.
You can read the whole poem here: https://monologues.co.uk/Childrens_Favourites/Lord_Lundy.htm but the extracts that really tickled my funny bone were the following:
Lord Lundy from his earliest years
Was far too freely moved to Tears.
. . . . . . . . . . .
His Grandmamma, His Mother's (or in Harry's case of course Father's) Mother,
Who had some dignity or other,
The Garter, or no matter what,
I can't remember all the Lot!
Said "Oh! That I were Brisk and Spry
To give him that for which to cry!"
(An empty wish, alas! For she
Was Blind and nearly ninety-three).
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. .
The Duke -- his aged grand-sire -- bore
The shame till he could bear no more.
He rallied his declining powers,
Summoned the youth to Brackley Towers,
And bitterly addressed him thus--
"Sir! you have disappointed us!
We had intended you to be
The next Prime Minister but three:
The stocks were sold; the Press was squared:
The Middle Class was quite prepared.
But as it is! . . . My language fails!
Go out and govern New South Wales!"
