Upstairs Downstairs Poem by Paul Reed

So they gathered for a drinks evening in London West One
The social elite eager to look on
As Edward and Mrs Simpson were due to join the din
They guests got a shock when the butler heralded in

None other than a high-ranking German to the 'hop'
It was, of course, Joachim Von Ribbentrop
In tow with said Mrs Simpson that night
Not a sign of poor Edward, perhaps it was fright

At the thought of the dowsing to come
For, in order to redeem her social aplomb
The lady of the house ordered the waiter to be cute
And 'accidentally' unload a tray of drinks over Von R's posh suit

The staged accident worked faultlessly, with the butler tripping
Forcing Von Ribbentrop to leave with his coat tails dripping
And everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief
And sank their teeth once more into the corned beef