Those were good old days,
All things on a plate,
Just wear stupid hats
All he had to do.
Abused privilege,
Now in wilderness,
Lost forevermore,
In purgatory.
Bloody idiot,
Never ride again,
Outside a palace,
Trooping a colour.
Brung it on himself,
Threw it all away,
What now can he do?
I don’t care, do you?

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 22nd February 2022