She did it in the precious name of the king
who couldn't even bend past his bloated belly
she respectfully kissed his diamond ruby ring
and not because he could fly her to Paris or Deli
she urgently did it to **** the biting itch upon his back
using her ***** nails, with servants' muck at the back of her palm
for she saw the struggling king stiff stuck
believe it when she says she actually meant no harm
oblivious of the consequence of slave hands on royal skin
acting in the name of kindness to a caring crown
if only she'd known she was kicking a dragon's sheen
never could she at any moment wear this beautiful frown
for her next of keen mourn her feeble neck despondent in the noose
of a ravenous and thick expensive rope awaiting his use