Ode to the Queen: Chapter 1

I see your pale skin,
Your smooth hand raised.
Grassy eyes so akin
to the fields in which sheep graze.

Snowy blouse fitted fine,
In those blue jeans,
I want my dear to make you mine
Truly by any means.

Oh please present me pres’ntly
To your ample bosoms white
To your dainty waist fixed so shapely
And your loving touch and might.

Please, I do implore, do not take offense,
It just seems to me that I have jumped the fence.