Oh, what a dream it was! <br />I had been standing idly <br />at the gate called Buckingham, <br />the Palace was engulfed <br />in British Dew, so gray <br />when suddenly, how strange, <br />two corgy dogs came at me growling. <br />In an evasive, quick manoeuvre <br />I entered royal territory, <br />a carriage driven by the Queen <br />devoured body, soul and spirit. <br />'I must be dead', the thought occurred, <br />a yellow light was playing sweetly <br />with four full-grown and horny moths. <br />The Prince was bandaging my ankle <br />and for my soul my head was cradled <br />within the lap of a stout maiden. <br />She stroked my hair, then kissed my cheek <br />and spoke exotic English, <br />I understood, I'd be alright <br />if not they would be sorry <br />and give command to have a wake <br />a burial with full honours <br />she smelled so nice and looked so young <br />her perfume is called Ambush. <br />And when Camilla mentioned 'Wake', <br />I sat up in my bed, <br />and, realising what's at stake <br />I'm glad I am not yet dead.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/camilla-and-charles/