She's sleeping
The King says
Let her be
Her mother, the Queen, prods the door
Forcing her to awaken
And face today's problems
A drink to mi'lady
Says the servant as he prepares her
Into the corset, as tight as can be
Can't breathe but it looks nice
Then the day gown
Heavy and unbearable
Not able to move quickly
Her mother approves
Handing her papers of their estate
Telling her the issues
As if she were the queen
She figured it was right
For it was soon crowning time
Some day she would rule over the city
But not yet
Only a few more days
