(with apologies to Edward Lear and “The Owl and the Pussycat”)
A Royal wranger went over the sea
On a beautiful private jet,
With a B-grade actress, and some cash
And a Netflix contract to get.
The Prince looked out over L.A. below
And sang to his i-pod stream:
‘Will you be my mummy as we go,
Can I join your millennial team?”
So they took their bows and renewed their vows
With the turkey who has her own show,
They had a beach pad and kale they had
Which they ate with a runcible spoon:
With their hands in each on Malibu Beach
They were woke by the light of the moon.