(With apologies to AnElephantCant)
I sat listening to the radio last morn
My reaction was pure disbelief
For interview on the London train
They’d picked four young women from Crieff.
At first they seemed like a fun bunch
Young lassies enjoying the journey
It was only when I heard the stuff they were saying,
I thought that they just maybe wurnae.
“Everybody’s excited!” they shrilled
“The whole country’s just going nuts!
A right jolly day of waving the flag
Will take everyone’s minds off the cuts”
“Describe your hat for me will you?”
And the lassie right then admitted
That the straw boater had Wullie and Kate on the brim
And not only that they were knitted!
It was then that I started to wonder
If Crieff was the home of the fool
Here was a young lass of 20 or so
Wearing Royalty made out of wool!
Her companions seemed equally ‘loosely wrapped’
They were having the time of their lives
But was this just poor consolation
For themselves not becoming Royal wives?
I’m avoiding the whole of the media today
I’m staying away from the grief
But I’ll spare a thought in my isolation
For these curious young women from Crieff.
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