by Nick Gisburne
The little queen rolled over in her bed,
Complaining that the crown was twice too big.
Before they shot him, daddy always said,
“A bold, ambitious monarch needs a wig.”
She summoned Lady Wick, the wiggerette.
“I need to fit my noggin in the crown,
And if I look distinguished I’ll forget
To push you in my pleasure pool to drown.”
The wiggerette, now worried, went to work,
Her hairy reputation on the line,
And finally presented, with a smirk,
A wig so bold it bordered on divine.
The dim, delighted queen forgot to check
The weight of it, which broke her little neck.
