The Street Party For The Queen

The Street Party For The Queen

It was the day of the Mid Regis party; the street was bedecked for the bash.
Red, white, and blue was abundant as the bunting went up in a flash.
Ninety tables were ready to honour the queen’s special day.
Merriment fun and exuberance and a jolly good, tasty, buffet.

Platefuls of Sarnies were ready, all beautifully garnished and fresh.
The sound system boomed with such feedback as the Major tried out his address.
The road was shut to the traffic and the children just played in the street.
Many neighbours brought dogs to the party and they settled down by their feet.

Mrs Dunn brought both her small corgis, adorned in their royal rosettes.
Both sat there looking so regal, like two little dog baronets.
Cupcakes adorned with gold nineties and trimmed with a Union Jack.
The kids were high on the sugar, as they all keep coming straight back.

Everyone stood to the anthem, singing God Save the Queen with such pride.
Mrs Reagan became quite emotive as she sniffed back the tears that she cried.
She too had turned ninety this April and remembered the queen from the war.
The King twins just listened with interest as she told them her stories galore.

Glen Miller melodically played now and everyone danced in the road.
The kiddies were eating the ice cream as the wine for adults just flowed.
Even the men danced the conga quite gladly forgetting their sport on t.v.
The women just laughed and enjoyed it; it was really quite worth it you see.

The queen was toasted and honoured; the Major then said a few words.
Despite the hiss from the amp now, from his speech he never deterred.
He praised her sovereignty deeply and gave thanks to her wonderful reign.
There were boisterous cheers as he ended and another salute with Champagne.

As the food was cleared from the table and the light was starting to fade,
the party was finally over, another piece of history was made.
Children were now getting grumpy; their parents escorted them home.
Now tired from the day’s celebrations for the monarch who sits on our throne.

Written by: Teresa Harrison-Best