Day 4: Fit for a King

Fit for a King

“Balls,” said the Queen, “If I had them, I’d be king.”

What would the Henrys think or Lion-hearted Dick,
to see changes in the role without wars to wage?
Regular parades require unlocking the crown jewels,
replacing the usual festive hats for a June drive
from the palace to the parade grounds, watching
as horsemen trot by with pomp and circumstance
but little fear for life and limb.  What difference
does in make in times like these whether a king
or queen occupies the throne?  While a body double
jumps from the plane for the cameras, the corgis
prefer the queen to take them on their daily walks.
How comfortably ordinary to realize the dogs
make no royal distinctions, believing that they,
not queen, not king, really rule this house.