Bewildered-looking baby,
I have wished you something
None of the hangers-on would:
Not the usual stuff
About being majestic,
Or the capacity to shake endless hands
With dignity and poise –
The Queen and Philip wish you that,
And should it prove possible,
Well, you’re a dutiful boy.

But if it shouldn’t, then
May you be delightful;
Have, like Hilarys (Mantel or Clinton),
A plethora of talents:
Not in taking feedback, not mutable,
But expertly suited
To pull them all off balance,
That you yourself
Might stop the rest from grimly persisting.
In fact, may you be difficult –
If that is what a brainy,
Bold, emotional,
Uninhibited, enthralled
Striving after happiness is called.

 

Previous installments of Nicole’s fake poetry can be found here and here.