The Queen Cassiopeia

All hail the Queen.

She stomps her feet,
she pouts her lips,
she gets what she wants with the jolt of her hips.

She whines,
she cries,
she rolls her eyes,
she screams,
she mopes,
she packs her totes.

She slams the door,
as shes done before.
only to return again.

Here comes the fool,
to wipe her drool,
along with the;
Tailor, the dancers and the band.
They've come from afar to kiss her hand.

"All hail the beautiful Queen Cassiopeia!"
They shout,
As she watches the townsfolk meander about.

"Better than the others" as shes posing,
but they all know she's self loathing.

Arrogant and cruel,
she sits on her stool.

'Tis her we must idolize,
nobody hath dare criticize.

For it is her ways we must follow,
even though they're not right.
We're all too scared to put up a fight.

We've put her among the stars-
this vain Queen of ours.

We still follow you year round.
Although you're sometimes upside down.

All hail the Queen.