Crowning glory

Anointing over in the makeshift shed
Something else heading for his head.
First, Supertunica in sparkly gold
(Not a great fit, if truth be told!)
Charles the 2nd’s royal spurs
Heavy man! And getting worse!
Sceptres, orb and sword to bear
Still almost down to his underwear
Then on his shoulders a cloak of state
More stagger than swagger with all that weight
He had more gold than a Brink’s-Mat robber
And looked uncomfortable in all that clobber
Then he got King Edward’s Crown
The weight of kingship bearing down
Nonetheless him fortune bring
Alleluia: God Save the King.