Sir Percival Peterson-Arundel-Preen
by cricketjeff on July 11, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Sir Percival Peterson-Arundel-Preen
Sold fish for a living and stood for The Queen.
His Father, Sir Marmaduke, Fifth Baronet,
Left nothing but surnames and mountains of debt.
His fishmonger’s shop on the left by the green
A shrine to his past and his idol, The Queen.
So proud of his white fish, fresh in every day,
That all of the villagers queued up to pay.
His father, Sir Marmaduke, married Kathleen
And loved to go racing and chat to the Queen,
He gambled on long-shots and three legged hacks,
Who ran like small hamsters with pigs on their backs.
So Percival Peterson-Arundel-Preen
Could never go racing nor chat to the Queen,
He served in his fish shop for six days a week
With wonderful patter and plenty of cheek.
In Jubilee year, just before Halloween,
Sir Percival sat and he drank to the Queen,
He answered the phone (well he would, it had rung)
Then leapt in the air just as though he’d been stung.
So Percival Peterson-Arundel-Preen
Was stood in his fish shop awaiting the Queen,
Her tour of the country had brought her to see
The village, its fish shop and Percival P.
His shop was so tidy and shiny and clean,
Prepared for the visit of HM the Queen,
And Percival bowed to the Queen at the door
As soon as she spoke he collapsed on the floor.
The Queen said “Your father was Marmaduke Preen?”
“One owes him five shillings or One’s not the Queen”
He gave one a tip on the Derby, in fun,
It romped home in third at one hundred to one.
Now Percival Peterson-Arundel-Preen
Is standing at Ascot a guest of the Queen,
She gave him the money and granted his wish,
A regular order for all sorts of fish.
Author notes
Errrrrrr
Nope I don’t know what to say
In amphibrachic tetrameter with each line ended with an iamb
English