My King is playing games, like he really is the Lord... moving pawns and pieces, on his poetry chess board. Trying to say that he's the King, and he must wear the crown, listening to his huff and puff that he is calling sounds. I think it's time I let him know, or better yet come clean... for kings don't mean a hit or hoot, if they don't have a Queen. He wouldn't even wear his crown as much as I wear mine. In fact it's me who takes his crown and keeps the sucker shined. It's me the Queen who cooks his food and sends him off to work... then counts up all his money just to see what he deserves. Now he claims he's coming back to get his kingdom straight, but the only kingdom he'll reclaim is on his dinner plate. I said I'd take it easy, as I got up off my bed... but my hammer's poised and ready, just to bust him in his head. Telling me that he's the King as if I'm gonna shake... we'll see who wears the crown when I say dinner isn't baked ! I'm having fun with full delight, not trying to be mean, but Kings don't mean a hit or hoot if they don't have a Queen !