Ran Tan Tan
Ran Tan Tan
I will bang my pots and pans
on Ludgate Hill,
by Bridie’s Well,
the day she makes her trip to Hell.
Flag-covered gun carriage
crosses cobbles, carries
She who
hobbled a nation.
The Fleet’s the Styx,
the streets the bones,
feet kick up stones.
Backs are turned away from
a lady not for turning,
remembering is not mourning.
Ran Tan Tan
Ran Tan Tan
I will bang my pots and pans
on Ludgate Hill,
by Bridie’s Well,
the day she makes her trip to Hell.
LucyFurLeaps 
NICE! She’d love it ;-0 Look at me – the most unpolitical person in the universe thinking this is a really baaad idea – hasn’t anyone told the Queen that some people disliked her and they might get a bit upset???? Think I’ll wear a crash helmet all day just incase the missiles start to fly :-0
Wow that was unusual. I just wrote an incredibly long comment but after I clicked submit my comment didn’t appear. Grrrr… well I’m not writing all that over again.
Anyhow, just wanted to say excellent blog!
Oh no- I’m sorry to hear that! Well, thanks for stopping by and for your kind comment about my blog. Much appreciated.