Prince Harry

Prince Harry bared his bottom
So that all the world could see;
He didn’t seem embarrassed
By his lack of modesty.

Cavorting in a Vegas suite,
This soldier, on a leave,
Allowed himself the freedom
That Prince Charles could not believe.

So, summoned to the royal digs,
Did Harry get a thrashing?
If so, his dad’s a hypocrite,
With follies worth rehashing.

For I remember Charles confessing,
On the phone, with amp on,
That his desire was to be
His dear Camilla’s tampon.

He didn’t know the phone was tapped
And clueless, too, was Harry;
Such antics merely feed the press
With royal commentary.

Before we blame the wayward prince
For stripping on his spree,
We should acknowledge apples
Falling not far from their tree.