MY AUNT SAID

Albeit over a hundred years young,

comparisons are odious, my darling.

She knew it all along;

those imperial times of the Raj,

of princes and piccaninnies,

of good sports, bad sheep 

and what the Doctor ordered -

the  name of God’s eugenics;

She was an old style stalwart,

to complain or gossip was not on,

though she needed to know

who are they.

The Queen was next to Jesus

and courtesy was everything.

Nowadays it’d be termed patronage:

snobbery, a cheap issue of privilege

- what’s different, but honeyed, moneyed words?