Dear King Charles

Dear King Charles, whom we await,

I, a child of humble state,

Pen this missive with delight,

To share my thoughts, both small and bright.

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I've heard the news, it's quite a stir,

A coronation to occur.

In May it comes, the time is near,

I've got ideas, so lend your ear.

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First things first, oh noble King,

The crown you sport, I'm wondering,

Would not a propeller beanie be,

More fun to wear, more fancy-free?

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Your velvet robe, so rich and grand,

Does it not weigh you down like sand?

I'd like to propose a great idea,

A superhero onesie, for the King of the year!

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Your regal steed, a gallant sight,

On coronation day, alight.

But have you thought, oh King-to-be,

A donkey ride, much more carefree?

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The feast you'll have, a wondrous spread,

With dishes fancy, gold and red.

But don't you crave a simpler taste,

A pizza party, laid to waste?

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Your knights will stand, all proud and tall,

In shining armour, they'll enthrall.

But wouldn't it be a lark, my King,

If they dressed as cowboys, wrangling?

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The music played, so grand and stately,

Might need something else, a bit more cheery.

Ed Sheeran’s free, or so I hear,

Well, that would surely, raise a cheer!

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Now, King Charles, I hope you find,

These childish thoughts bring joy to mind.

The coronation day in May,

Could use some laughter’s what I say.

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So heed these words, oh future King,

Embrace the mirth that children bring.

In hope your reign is bright and fine,

Sincerely yours, Tim Smith, aged nine.