Royal Baby

With Carol Ann Duffy on an ill (or perfectly)-timed vacation, there hasn't been an official poem written for the birth of His Royal Highness Prince George of Cambridge. But thanks to the Guardian, the good people of Great Britain have stepped up to the plate:

So far there's no sign of an ode from the poet laureate, Carol Ann Duffy. Apparently she's on holiday. So why don't we have a go instead? Add your poems in the comments below to mark the birth of His Royal Highness Prince George of Cambridge.

Some people have already started. Here's a taste of Michael Rosen's response, Mind:

I don't mind waiting
I do mind being told I'm waiting
I don't mind good news
I do mind being told which news is good

While the poems range from sincere to downright silly, like this one from RoscoBoyle:

George's first words.


A lot of the poems have taken on a decidedly political tone. rimbaud60 wrote:

A new royal baby!
The BBC and Sky
And all the printed papers
(except for Private Eye)

Are fighting to out-grovel
Each other's gushing mirth
As if it were quite novel
For a woman to give birth.

Well, good luck to the Duchess
And may her boy-child please her
But that is just me saying
"Give to Caesar what is Caesar's."

And whilst I wish no bad things
To the parents or the prince
The sight of all this toadying
Just causes me to wince

I observe the wealth and riches
Into which this child is born
Then my attention switches
To others more forlorn

To children born in squalor
Where hope and glory fades
The path I choose to follow
Would not save these mad parades.

To this medieval nonsense
I wish a speedy end
And to the New Republic
I pronounce myself a friend.

and yealandRed wrote:

You should have been a girl.
It was what the world was waiting for:
the feminists, the left, and the gamblers.
But instead we have a little boy George,
I smile at the thought of a Muhammed.
In which war will you take part in 25 years time little royal prince?

Ouch. Whether you've got an axe to grind or not, have a go or, at very least, enjoy this fine feast of impromptu political poetry here.