Prince Cheater’s Constant Chopper

There’s fuel to spare and fine drinks aboard

Rushed take off time greets our furtive Lord.

He’s given his speech on climate change

Late for his jaunt at the Stock Exchange.

He leaps aboard and raw engines roar

The craft jerks up and begins to soar.

Perhaps his people far down below

Won’t notice sham and his shame aglow.

On Cheater’s private flying machine

He hopes no one knows where he has been.

North to the Moors then South to a club

East for shooting, West boarding a sub.

Our Prince distraught at our climate’s state

And reckons it’s all a tad too late.

He needs to speed to his dinner date

The chopper’s perfect to greet his mate.

So perhaps he’ll swerve the country’s fate

And escape the view he’s profligate.

Oh can’t you see that we give him cause

To milk we fools who give such applause.

“Climb in my chopper and whizz away

No one’s filming my smart getaway.

We’ve gone in a flash and loud ‘Allez’

Up, up and away; hip hip hooray!”