Poems of the Week

Royal Rein

by Ruth S. Baker

“Tourist gobsmacked after Queen’s guard screams at her for touching horse’s reins”
The Daily Mirror

The air was scorched and far from frosted:
A guardsman with a tourist lost it.
The ground was parched and very hot too:
Though all the signs implored her not to,
She grabbed (as all who like to ride’ll
Confirm is wrong) his horse’s bridle.
He yelled at her. Soon after, Twitter
Replied, en masse, that they’d have hit her—
Not all, admittedly, but most did:
Thus, she and he (and horse) were roasted.