A TRIUMPHAL ODE Humbly Inſcribed to the Occaſion of The moſt Joyous and Auspicious ARRIVAL of ANDREW MOUNTBATTEN-WINDSOR, Eſq. at His Majeſty’s PRISON of BRIXTON Composed with all due Solemnity & Pomp and designed to be ſet to Muſick by the late Great GEORGE FRIDERIC HANDEL
	All the echoing prison round Let great tumultuous welcome sound. Let each incarcerated fellow Loud and jubilantly bellow. Let there be no dereliction; Convicts, show your true conviction In strong words and in minatory songs That he is now where he belongs. Let there be all kinds of musical cacophonies Let there be mighty rattling of warders’ keys Let there be synchronised humming of drug-transporting drones Let them sound, the unharmonious ringtones of contraband phones Let noise be noise in our unanimous celebration Of this long-overdue incarceration. He comes! Let every crooked eye be fixed on The arrival of Mr Mountbatten-Windsor at Brixton. He who for so long has sinned with impunity Let him now be welcomed into the criminal community. Here with the weaklings and the wicked, Here with the druggie and the dickhead, Here among the child molesters, The frauds and Just Stop Oil protestors The terrorists, the traitors And the far-right agitators, The ponces and the nonces, plus the mugger and the blagger, The cracksman with a jemmy and the psycho with a dagger, All citizens of this prison world, the scum of every slum Rejoice and raise a happy voice that he at last is come He, born second in line to the throne, now come to live In the world where the snout baron rules, and the man with the shiv Let him, the ex-royal, the ex-envoy for trade Come here among his kindred, to the future he has made.

George Simmers

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