Seventy Glorious Years

Let every patriot from pleb to peer
Turn out to give Her Majesty a cheer!
Steadfast at duty in the nation's name,
Despite the paltry billions she can claim,
Among the nation's workers she's the best
At breeding corgis and the odd sex-pest.

Let's jubilate and make the bunting sway,
And fly the flag on this Bank Holiday!
Let Britishness blare forth its jolly side
Because a moneyed bag has not yet died:
Three thousand, forty and six hundred weeks
Of grinning, waving, and emitting squeaks.

Numpty Platt