Jiggle Jingle

A ghost from the past,

Neither benign nor volatile,

Creeps through the air.

It is a memory.

A Forbidden America,

As seen by an Oxford wanker.

The ghost’s royal lilt,

Infects the bars, the slant rhymes.

From 2000 to 2022.

The jingle makes you jiggle.

It makes you cringe,

While Sir Anthony Hopkins twitches.

It compels you to laugh,

To mumble the words in public restrooms,

Waiting for an open stall or urinal.

The ghost is alive,

Feeling funny and weird,

While his son resents him.

Confused, embarrassed,

Boy, you really gotta see it.