Apart from it all
she stands,
wrapped in robes
of verdigris and vermilion
with a cloak of self-possession
and ribbon.
With noblesse oblige,
she ministers to the masses;
shining eyes stare back at her
in glorious adoration.
She organizes their days,
their homes, their meals,
their all.
Yet never was there a more
benevolent dictator -
this Royal Princess,
Highness of her kingdom,
loyal subjects all in a fluffy,
sticky, smudgy and oft repaired line,
awaiting the word
of the Majesty
in the tutu
and Burger King crown
ready to lead them into battle
against a phalanx of GI Joes
like a miniature Henry V
in glitter shoes.
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