Breakfast
Anthem hailed the royal birthday
Cyril leapt to poker stance.
Rigid, he remained attending
deep inside his loyal trance.
Republican, and unrespectful,
greedy too, I took my chance.
With rapid fork I grabbed two rashers.
Cyril never gave a glance.
Duty done and dignified, he
took his seat and carried on.
Sheepishly, I ate the bacon.
He never showed that it was gone.