Sample Poem

Harry & Meghan


... and so we’re gathered here for Harry 
And the lass that he did marry. 
A radiant, strong and caring girl 
It’s true she rocks my brothers world. 
Friends agree, she has ‘a sparkle’.
We think this SUITS Ms Meghan Markle.
But back to Haz, this ginger brute 
Loves to follow a pursuit.
At Eton he did excel 
At polo and rugby, can’t you tell?
Actually Harry’s  let things go,
Sorry someone had to tell you bro...
Now you’ve mocked my hair in the past 
But your ginger wisps are looking sparse.

Although the youngest is the fave,

Pa insists you need a shave.
It’s fair to say that in his youth
Harry was wild to tell the truth. 
No he did not always conform 
(Can I mention THAT dodgy uniform?)
Yes, my party loving brother 
Loves a good time like no other. 
Years ago near one Beaufort home,
We did frequent the Rattlebone.
And just as Clinton once regaled 
I attest that Harry did not inhale. 
Of course a picture of Haz was snapped 
And for money reached the paps.
Quite frankly Pa always told THIS son
Enjoy your youth, have lots of fun.
Harry has taken this advice and taught 
His younger cousins- just don't get caught! 
This ginger warrior also saw no malice 
When he ventured from the Palace 
On a raucous stag-do trip 
To the notorious Las Vegas strip.
Of course at least the press 
Were relieved he left his fancy dress.
But seriously we are proud of you
Brother, for all you do.
Your army years, Afghanistan 
Are not just what made you the man 
You are today. There’s so much more... 
But I promised Cath I wouldn’t bore 
You all and therefore so it goes,
It’s time to bring this to a close. 
Most of all you have achieved 
The Invictus Games, one can’t believe 
How dedicated, loyal and true
Harry, we’re all so proud of you.

Lastly brother, here’s the thing
One of us has to be King. 

To Harry and Megan

Sample Poem

Harry & Meghan


... and so we’re gathered here for Harry 
And the lass that he did marry. 
A radiant, strong and caring girl 
It’s true she rocks my brothers world. 
Friends agree, she has ‘a sparkle’.
We think this SUITS Ms Meghan Markle.
But back to Haz, this ginger brute 
Loves to follow a pursuit.
At Eton he did excel 
At polo and rugby, can’t you tell?
Actually Harry’s  let things go,
Sorry someone had to tell you bro...
Now you’ve mocked my hair in the past 
But your ginger wisps are looking sparse.

Although the youngest is the fave,

Pa insists you need a shave.
It’s fair to say that in his youth
Harry was wild to tell the truth. 
No he did not always conform 
(Can I mention THAT dodgy uniform?)
Yes, my party loving brother 
Loves a good time like no other. 
Years ago near one Beaufort home,
We did frequent the Rattlebone.
And just as Clinton once regaled 
I attest that Harry did not inhale. 
Of course a picture of Haz was snapped 
And for money reached the paps.
Quite frankly Pa always told THIS son
Enjoy your youth, have lots of fun.
Harry has taken this advice and taught 
His younger cousins- just don't get caught! 
This ginger warrior also saw no malice 
When he ventured from the Palace 
On a raucous stag-do trip 
To the notorious Las Vegas strip.
Of course at least the press 
Were relieved he left his fancy dress.
But seriously we are proud of you
Brother, for all you do.
Your army years, Afghanistan 
Are not just what made you the man 
You are today. There’s so much more... 
But I promised Cath I wouldn’t bore 
You all and therefore so it goes,
It’s time to bring this to a close. 
Most of all you have achieved 
The Invictus Games, one can’t believe 
How dedicated, loyal and true
Harry, we’re all so proud of you.

Lastly brother, here’s the thing
One of us has to be King. 

To Harry and Megan

Sample Poems

Harry & Meghan


... and so we’re gathered here for Harry 
And the lass that he did marry. 
A radiant, strong and caring girl 
It’s true she rocks my brothers world. 
Friends agree, she has ‘a sparkle’.
We think this SUITS Ms Meghan Markle.
But back to Haz, this ginger brute 
Loves to follow a pursuit.
At Eton he did excel 
At polo and rugby, can’t you tell?
Actually Harry’s  let things go,
Sorry someone had to tell you bro...
Now you’ve mocked my hair in the past 
But your ginger wisps are looking sparse.

Although the youngest is the fave,

Pa insists you need a shave.
It’s fair to say that in his youth
Harry was wild to tell the truth. 
No he did not always conform 
(Can I mention THAT dodgy uniform?)
Yes, my party loving brother 
Loves a good time like no other. 
Years ago near one Beaufort home,
We did frequent the Rattlebone.
And just as Clinton once regaled 
I attest that Harry did not inhale. 
Of course a picture of Haz was snapped 
And for money reached the paps.
Quite frankly Pa always told THIS son
Enjoy your youth, have lots of fun.
Harry has taken this advice and taught 
His younger cousins- just don't get caught! 
This ginger warrior also saw no malice 
When he ventured from the Palace 
On a raucous stag-do trip 
To the notorious Las Vegas strip.
Of course at least the press 
Were relieved he left his fancy dress.
But seriously we are proud of you
Brother, for all you do.
Your army years, Afghanistan 
Are not just what made you the man 
You are today. There’s so much more... 
But I promised Cath I wouldn’t bore 
You all and therefore so it goes,
It’s time to bring this to a close. 
Most of all you have achieved 
The Invictus Games, one can’t believe 
How dedicated, loyal and true
Harry, we’re all so proud of you.

Lastly brother, here’s the thing
One of us has to be King. 

Excerpt from a Father of the Bride Poem

.....My hair has all but disappeared,

Thanks to this child I reared.

She hated the fact you know,

That I cut her hair and so

Embarrassed was she of her head,

She wore her brownie hat to bed.

It’s not true that I used a bowl,

I found a colander the perfect mould.

Fran loves an arm wrestle – no joke-

She’d happily take on any bloke.

It’s true that as a tiny thing,

She’d take her brothers on and win

A pocket rocket playing sport-

Her sibling mantra ‘don’t get caught’.

She captained her school lacrosse team

And gained a Welsh cap aged fifteen.

She was also pretty good in school,

Breaking only the occasional rule. 

A three year blip in her behaviour

(Alas she was a 90s raver).

And so, this fallen teacher’s pet

Was caught with a cigarette.

Subsequently we were told

She’d been selling them to the year below!

Admitting she had charged them double,

Miss L was now in lots of trouble.

Sadly, she gave not a hoot,

Satisfied with her fags and loot.

Another time she racked up quite a bill

On MY account with William Hill.

I didn’t find this very funny,

And it wasn’t just the waste of money,

I felt it was pretty bleak

She had her father’s losing streak.

She once also reversed my Jag,

In her quest to buy more fags.

I struggled not to explode

The garage was only down the road.....

Excerpt from Bride Speech

.....And so to where it all began

A pub – of course - with my friend Sam

Nick was indeed my good pal’s brother

A strapping toy boy like no other

I fibbed…said I liked extreme sports

He bragged he had a boat in port

I fell for wealth, he fell for wit

But nonetheless no date was fixed

At Glastonbury, we met again

I dazed him with my music ken

Just to be nice, I took his hand

Like that it stayed from band to band

And though we somehow lost the crowd

A goodnight kiss was not allowed

But still we stayed in touch it’s true

Talk of Paris and off I flew

We drank fine wine, dined à la carte 

This guy knew good grub fuelled my heart

He romanced me around the Med

And thus our love affair was fed

What of all that hotel trouble?

Champagne, hot tub, soap & bubbles

I promise no one came to harm

...though we set off the fire alarm

So much laughter through that summer

Then came the enormous bummer 

Alas to Oz his flight was booked!

What should I do now I was hooked?

A year of far-flung dates ensued

More talk of boats and I was wooed

I packed my bags and joined him there

(Yes, much to Brad Pitt’s huge despair...)

Oh what a blast, those Sydney days

Sun surf sand - all those clichés

And overheard at any party

“Darl chuck more shrimps on the barbie!”

But soon enough then came the time

To try a London life of grime

Not before we’d donned our backpacks

Flown the globe and eaten fruit bats

Memories made and all this done

I knew right there, he was The One

Finally Nick had to admit

Yes, he should put a ring on it

So whilst on hols, dropped to his knee

I thought he’d got an injury

Until a little box unfurled...

He guessed that gems would ROCK my world

I said yes that’s no mystery

The rest I s’pose is history.....

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