A Modest Proposal To The British Poem by David McLansky

I hear you have a Prince named Harry,
And that he thinks it's time to marry,
Might I suggest our Queen Elaine,
A young widow from the State of Maine;

For beauty she's beyond compare
She's has her own clan underwear
She's regal in her flannel nightgown
She's a madcap in a tartan town
She's a maid who'se sown her Scottish oats
She's not a witch, She's been seen to float;
She has a home in Medicine Hat
A palace built by a lumberjack