“We” liked Prince Andrew, at the same time we loved Fergie.
Tabloids, such as the Daily Mirror, stamped us daily, in a crossfire, of hail.
Hail a hail marry pass on a bride,
A Daily Mail,
Send a lhouetter to my wife,
Hail, a kind of windstorm, a gentle freak of a breeze, a song solemn in night, as if a wild wheeze,
“We” liked Prince Charles, marrying Lady Di, and contrasted with that silent spring, in Washita, glimmering stare of Elizabeth, disapproving, seeing her neglect of Prince of Wales,
An ugly predilection, for election, raise a glory, house of commons, house of lords, a remiss,
A red rose of Jerusalem, money changers, kibbutzing, snarling, leopard of desert, a tulip of Luther, a big down in a wire of lion to lay with the lamb, lamb spam, kanoodle,
Lady Di was murdered, Charles loved another, smother, caress a son, baby come undone, that we may meld a scathing scabard blessed forged unison.
Spam of Human Affection 
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