Hey hey for the not so merry month of May!

But what on earth will the butler say?

Will she make her markle felt?

Want golden faucets in the loo

just like the lovely sTrumpets do?

 

No shepherd's pie or kidney pud

for Cinderella. Oh no, no good.

Just hominy grits and collard greens

with pumpkin pie and Boston beans

Caesar salad - cookies - Coke

and soda pop until you choke.

 

Will Harley Davidsons and Cadillacs

give well bred Daimlers hearty smacks

or will she want a limousine?

Will he  play polo on a quarter-horse

wearing a Stetson without remorse?

 

A  Kalashnikov hid deep in her closet

behind the ermine and diadems.

A handgun under the mattress flat.

Darling, for heaven's sake what's that?

Just a tiny pea, my Pussy cat.

 

A jealous stepsister has place too

in this Soap, and bankruptcies galore.

I think we've been through this before

but abdication is required no more!