In an olden Castle so green,
Lived and ruled, a Mighty Queen.
Royal was the word, O so preen!
Her lands reached far away.
Justice she dealt, day by day.
There naught was any spark nor fray.
Though softly a secret she kept.
And quietly her husband wept.
Every night in tremors he slept.
For was she, a wind breaker.
So? Is it a deal breaker?
Yes, indeed, a nasty smell maker.
T’was eve one day.
Crowd slowly ebbing away.
Thus happened an unexpected foray
Tired, exhausted with the day’s tackle,
She let off a sweet cackle,
A nasty, smelly, loud cull.
Oh around and about, they veered.
T’was the Queen, O, they
feared!
Yet, shy, indifferent they appeared.
The Queen, Now aghast,
Her manners now, dripping fast,
Picked cheeky Arthur now, as her outcast.
“Come now Arthur”, said she, “Hey!”
“Stop That, Right away!”
“Yes, M’lady”, Asked he, “Where did it go, which way?”
