Charles Coronation Poem

King Prince Charles drew up some plans to earn the population's respect.
He'd haul out the dregs of entertainment,
Force himself to sit through the lot of it.
Maintain a stiff upper lip throughout.
Gary Barlow curled up at his feet,
Listening to quill scratch royal parchment,
Pondering whether the strokes and pauses were forming his name.
Camilla looked on,
Scarcely believing what she was getting roped into.