Written in response to a competition in the New Statesman magazine inviting poems on a celebrity, comprising lines of two dactyls (DUM-diddy, DUM-diddy) with shorter, rhyming lines as the last in each stanza. The standard is two stanzas; I just felt this one needed four.
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Catherine Middleton,
once a nonentity,
then a celebrity
famed far and wide,
now has her picture in
millions of newspapers
since she agreed to be
Prince William's bride.
Buckingham Palace, and
out on the balcony,
smiling and waving, she
stands by his side.
Let's hope she won't be like
Princess Diana, and
always regretting the
knot that she's tied.
Oh my word! La, how fitting, I guess. Aye, I hope the poor bride does not suffer the same fate as her deceased mother-in-law. What a delicate choice for the assignment and how beautifully executed with excellently apt imagery. Wow.