Her Majesty is very un-regal.
She thinks etiquette is a Danish.
She can dismember drumsticks
faster than jackals could strip them.
Her Gracious Sovereign burbs when she wishes,
farts where she pleases, signs proclamations from the commode.
Her Queenship resembles more and more
a barge almost sinking.
Her Aloofness has no neck to speak of.
When she walks, the ramparts tremble.
When she's angry, get out of sight.
When she's gay, best giggle as one.
Hush, she's barks another edict.
"Bring forth the Court Jester, the 4 foot vibrator."
Mother of Cards, last week, you had him impaled.
"Then, send me Maid Marion, she's always good for a laugh.
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