New born Royal baby meets his father, the Prince
Eyeballs lock together in aristo-grimace
Little chap hangs on to a wobbly nipple
The Prince stifles a giggle
A short while later
The Duchess is out flat
It’s been such a long day
Childbirth is such a terrible strain
Royal beauty needs her sleep
The Prince rocks his baby boy; that’s sweet!
From the nether regions, an aroma arrives
Nappy needs changing. Snakes alive!
The Prince summons up Royal reserves
His eyes water and his nostrils burn
He pulls a nappy from the day bag
Holding his nose, he’s about to gag
If only he’d stayed with his helicopter
That would have been a much better option
Still, it can’t be so arduous
He wishes himself Good luck!
The Prince pulls away the nappy straps
Good Lord! What a smelly little chap!
He retreats and leaves the battlefield
Housekeeper steps in, baby gets cleaned
The Prince pours himself a stiff drink
Try again tomorrow he thinks
Never give in, never admit defeat
I’m a Royal, we are the elite

Prince William walking around the crowd (Photo credit: lancea)
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