Gerry, a Tower of London Beefeater, viewed her out of the corner of his eye. She looked strangely different from last time, but it was definitely her. That’s the third time this week. Maybe she was bored…
“Hi there young man! How y’all doing? I’m loving those Family Crown Jewels!” The accent was a wobbly Texan drawl. She tottered along in high heels and fur coat.
“You know I truly love everything about your British Royal Family. They would still be ours too, if it wasn’t for that little unpleasantness back in the Seventeen somethings. Poor old George. It was simply awful what those Yankees did!”
Gerry smiled as best he could.
“Well, Gerald, it must be real tough on Her Royalness, being in the spotlight an’ all. You’d think she would want to have a few minutes peace when no one would recognise her. Maybe go out in disguise?“
Gerry turned away briefly before rolling his eyes.
“Damn! You know it’s me Gerald, you’ve known all along! Was it the entourage or the dogs that gave it away?” The accent gradually returned to it’s native Queen’s English.
“Fooled me again, Your Majesty.”
“Ha! Wonderful! See you tomorrow.”
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8 thoughts on “Pomp Idol”
Haha I love that 🙂
I can imagine Charles actually doing something like this…
Ha ha! You could be right there. I did once see a Weatherman who looked like Prince Charles…
Thanks for the laugh!
One would think a Queen must do this for a moment’s peace. Though, dumping the guys in bearskin caps would probably help her a lot. I imagine the Queen will always have trouble fooling her staff. This was a great take on the prompt. 🙂
Thanks. I could well imagine Prince Harry doing this for a laugh. Not sure about the Queen though…
Ha – Royal humor – fun!