Henley Royal Regatta (Stewards Enclosure)
Summer and Sunshine, The Great River Thames, a time to be dressed up in style!
For crossing the line, in a shower or spray, having raced there the last half a mile!
Quite out of breath, hold on to your boater, emblazoned with ‘Steward’s Enclosure’
caviar for a treat, it says there on the tin,
That we’re here representing the brochure!
Cravats or in ties, it is such a surprise to see all the fit girls in their dresses
And really a tease, with them over their knees, and their hair in such shiny, fine tresses!
We walk arm in arm without raising alarm as the ladies avoid muddy grass
Champagne to the rims or a pint full of Pimms, a sight and a life that just glitters with class!
convertible bliss the wind in a kiss as we motored our picnic to Henley
For Gathering there, in the full lime-light glare, a Royal Regatta assembly!
And then, after hugs, the Clan tartan rugs
All whipped out and laid on the lawn
With chairs and with tables, parental great gables add order for which they were born!
We wander along, harmonious songs playing lyrics while we gaze and chatter
And passing the band, on their whacky grand stand the world and its problems don’t matter.
Standing there we might spy, through a corner of eye, a band holding strands that are Alice!
We walk up and greet all the friends from our street in the courts around Kensington Palace!
Saying ‘have you come far? By train or by car? It is time for a drink at the Bridge!’
We pass the Grandstand, as everyone planned to be pulling Champagne from the fridge!
We sit in the shade of the nice leafy glade and startled, the great question floats
We’ve wandered all day, in a roundabout way, but has anyone seen any boats?