Thank You, Ma'am - (Queen Elizabeth Ii) Poem by Suzette Richards

Gracious and a constant all my life,
not bending to public opinion o' strife,
your sharp wit could cut like a Bowie knife.
With statesmen you did meet—had an excellent seat.
Paddington Bear, so sweet—your compassion, not beat.
You're honoured as a national treasure,
never resorting to artful pressure:
Deus ex machine per Measure for Measure.
You danced with those freed—gifted a French Guard stead.
You have lived by a creed—example to us indeed.
Remembered as beloved mother and wife,
seventy years on the throne: quite a feat.
There's no more need of any embrasure.
For your esteemed family, hearts now bleed.