Be happy my little princes and princesses,
Your resident Queen has been lurking, but not smirking
At your quest for the rapier to be boned.
Care must be taken, that you don’t eat your bacon
In such wishes too full of undesirables.
Would that your quills, through its inks cause us to spill
Emoticons bilious and unretractable.
For, like a soup that’s too salty,
Or a sauce that’s become balky,
We have fears that this royalty
May deliver burnt quality.
The heat of the kitchen can cause the queens to start bitchin’
And a soupcon of contrition, may lead to “forgiven”
And then nuthin’ beats lovin’ like somethin’ in the oven.
