The Queen Of All Chagrin
One bright September morning, the sky a crystal blue
I found my ends were loose; I didn't know what best to do
I ventured to the market, bought myself a gown
I then went to the crownery and bought myself a crown
I thought that as a queen I don't want to be a joke
So I bought an orb and sceptre and a chilled vanilla coke
I took a cab to Kohler and I bought a porcelain throne
It cost a lot of money, I had to get a loan
Bur very soon you all will find you have to bend the knee
There isn't any queen that is as queenly now as me
You'll find my brand of despotism a rather pleasant change
Why are you all looking at me as though you think I'm strange?
Now, when I find a queenly purse (empty though it be)
I celebrate with gusto, and have kippers for my tea
For ruling o'er this ragged band is proving quite a chore
'Cause first I rule, and then I rule, and then I rule some more
Mostly, though, it's all a show, I wave a regal hand
To ward off regal flies I draw throughout my regal land
But being Queen is such a drag, it's really not much fun
I'd rather play some cricket or consume a hot cross bun
Often, here, upon my throne, I dwell in regal thought
And fail to relish all the fame and fortune I have sought
Instead, my thoughts contrive a knot for Queenhood's loosest ends
And wait until another to the royal throne ascends
Contributors: | Beefy, Ethetran, Padfoot, e, Dassn't Say, Irene Adler, Karin, Kansas Sam, fester, N. |
Poem finished: | 25th September 2003. |