The Seat Divine Sees Monarchy Renew Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

The Seat Divine Sees Monarchy Renew



TO THE DUCHESS OF CAMBRIDGE

MADAM

Thus we have welcomed you with bare delight
And shown the promise of our swelling throngs
So we display our best within thy sight
And you may share our native thongs and songs.

But soon the reasons why you're loved by all,
Grow infinite, and pass what glimpsing teaches,
Regardless of the straps that rise or fall
Betraying gaps the Maori challenge breeches.

Since you are then Will's masterpiece, and know
His token for our loves, do as you do;
Make your return home gracious, and so
Vouchsafe this sight for us - the best of you.

But as, although a squint short-sightedness
Be ungracious, you cannot leave our lands;
Without a moment that I might express
My love, when I perceive the zephyr lift your dress.

As the helicopter eclipses and despoils
Royal modesty when the rotors ground,
Amid the turmoil so the vesture roils
And photographic flashes there abound.

Venus help me, I could not miss you there,
Your Kallipygos guise has claimed my token,
And any ills that flesh may bear
Erase with awe and majesty awoken.

Plain and sweet the left, plain and sweet the right;
By these we thus divine the absence of tattoo
The rumps which have the blessing of the light,
The seat divine sees monarchy renew.

In everything where nature grows
Are winds to keep it fresh and new
And turning cheeks the rear end shows;
Your birth and beauty are this balm in you.

Thursday, July 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: royalty
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