The Loony Queen Poem by Khaliun Enkhbayar

Doctor, doctor, I have paid your fee
Why is there nothing inside of me?

Queen Mary my dear,
Is it not clear?
You need your husband
To produce an heir.

Phillip my dear, come to me
And ill be the pollen while you the bee.

No Mary, please you have horrible breath
And you scare me almost half to death.

Do it with me, only a day to spend
or else it would be your end!

Queen Mary, she is quite insane
Thinking she is experiencing the labor pains
However, we all know that she has no tenant
For her stomach does not show she is pregnant.