When I Am Queen

When I am Queen,

I’ll have a maid.

I’ll  have a retinue.

They’ll pluck a hanky for me

should I sneeze and say “Achoo!”

They’ll spread a bit of butter

on my morning toasty bread,

and douse the light

each quiet night

when I nod off to bed.

They’ll keep a keen sharp eye out

to snag anything I drop,

and guide my arm politely

so I never fall Kerplop!

They’ll see my clothes are ready, and

there’s something nice to wear.

They’ll touch up all my make-up

and tuck in an errant hair.

My duties will be simple.

I will handle them with grace.

I’ll listen to all comments

with a smile

 upon my face.

I’ll bow and wave with dignity

when I inspect the ranks.

For courtesy that’s shown to me–

I’ll always give my thanks.

I’ll discretely cross my ankles.

I will fold my hands with care.

I will never hitch my hose up.

I’ll project a regal air.

Oh, life will be so loverly when I become the Queen…

I’ll be the Bestest Monarch that the country’s ever seen!