Queen of Gossip

Shining like softened silver

She silently examines her rule

Collecting gossip never shared

With wise men nor with fools.

Swirling softly, cloudy skirts

Obscure her beaming face

Dimming but never extinguishing

Her luminous beauty and grace.

Ah! Those shining stars lucky enough

To peek through the fabric of those skirts,

Though diminished by the Queen’s fullness-

At least they had their brief flirt.

But nothing of nightly flings

Will she ever be tempted to speak

If all the stars of heaven

Lay their bright jewels at her royal feet.

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