Her Highness's Birthday...

Danae Nichelle is our beauteous queen,
A paragon of Wisdom, Joy and Grace,
All shadows dispelled by her heavenly face,
The loveliest flower in Dylaath-Leen...

She is gorgeous, impatient, a creature of whims,
Her delight is to dazzle and tease;
And she terrifies all of us, throwing hard cheese
As our Priestess of Juno The Prim!

Nothing must go wrong at the Banquet tonight,
Queen Danae will suffer no blunder;
Unless the festivities fill her with wonder,
The party will end amidst terror and fright!

Clad all in purple, with trimmings of gold,
The Queen's Majesty sits in state on high;
She arches one eyebrow, releasing a sigh
Of impatience as her titles, so many, are told...

"Get ON with it, please!" Danae Nichelle commands:
The Master of Revels doth grovel,
And, with a scoop of an ancient gold shovel,
Pours emeralds and rubies into her hands!

A thousand young dancers from far-off Cathay
In her honour prance quaint pirouettes;
And a million white pearls in gold-wire nets
Spell out(in Pig-Latin)"Appy-Hay Irthday-Bay!"

The Queen deigns to simper--but Lo! her smile turns
As she spies in the pearls a clot
Of nasty green seaweed, an unseemly blot!
Danae's wrath like a dragon's now burns!

"You SIMPLETONS! What have I told you?" she cries,
Tossing cheese with imperious rage;
The dancers in terror fly from the stage
As the alarum-bells echo her wrath to the skies.

But she laughs in the midst of her fury, now quenched
As the master-cook brings in her cake;
She smiles and forgives the foolish mistake
As the chocolate rain falls, leaving everyone drenched.