The queen may be formal and pristine, and old on the outside.. but within that shell is a tortured soul who longed for not but an open beach where clothes weren’t required… for an afternoon of SkiBall at the arcade, followed by a rousing session at the Texas table in an Indian casino..
…who wanted to go jet skiing around the Azores; to lounge for endless days in the Riviera, reading Trotsky and Tolstoy
alas the life a queen must lead.. ‘tis tragedy and sorrow.
but service is god’s best reward.. bare witness to the ‘morrow.
:-)