Edward Vii Poem by Ima Ryma

Edward the seventh, I became
Britain's king after Mother died.
Until then, Bertie was my name.
Not one in which Mother took pride.
I had become a playboy through
The quite long Victorian reign,
At Mother's death, I wasn't too
Ready to be next in the chain.
As the coronation did near,
I got a painful tummy ache,
Thought maybe just jittery fear.
But then a worse turn I did take.

An appendectomy just had,
At coronation I felt bad.