A light-hearted look at a recent security breach at Windsor castle.

He wrapped a tea towel round his head
And donned a black false beard
And an orange skirt. It might be said
He looked a little weird.

"It's such a lovely day" he cried
As he began to mince,
"I'll dress as Bin Laden, with pride,
And go to see the prince!"

He got some strange looks on the bus
Which followed the Windsor road
But no-one spoke or made a fuss
Even at the Royal abode,

As he scaled the walls in his flapping gown
Nobody thought it strange,
Or tried to flag (or gun) him down
Though he was well in range.

He kissed Prince William avidly
On both sides of his face
Then set off rather hurriedly
As bouncers then gave chase.

Now heads will roll, and protocol
Precludes a Royal pardon,
No more will interlopers stroll
Posing as O. Bin Laden.


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[Note: I wanted to add an extra stanza somewhere but could not find anything polite to rhyme with Blunkett]