Thank you, Royal Prince
Charles the Brave
for the posture of your middle one
held high, in the
receiving line.

Thank you,
Margaret the Rebel,
the Queen’s daughter,
I will forever imagine you
riding a Harley, with thick soul-ed boots.

I now have reason
to dance a bout
in the kitchen.

I may or may not be
reaching here, but
honestly devouring the
the Cool Whip,
chocolate sauce, and
(un)Salty peanuts.

…

Inspired by today’s reported event, this poem was co-created by Lori Morgan Flood, Regular Contributor & Hokis, Senior Editor.  Photo by Flavio Shibata on Unsplash