Blue Monarch - Poem by Andy Brookes
She's washing dishes in the sink
where soapy bubbles float.
Her rubber gloves are edged in mink
and ermine trimmed her coat.
Her crown is tidily packed away
Her cloth of gold removed.
Though all alone she feels so gay
Her temper much improved.
Her burdens still a heavy one
For she struggles with her duty,
Sometimes she feels so put upon
She feels she wants to mutiny.
But what you see is all so calm,
so beautifully serene
They don't know how hard it is
being the bloody queen.
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