State Rooms

In a dream
I am painting
State rooms
For the Queen.

Before reviewing
Each room and
Each paint pot
Her Majesty had to
Take a call
Which wasn’t odd at all
And at odds with not
Before we fall.

Acorn green
From eggy paste,
I complimented
Regal tastes,
But underneath I
Plant in haste
Words I heard
Within her wake,
Succinct,
Pertaining to
All I knew about
Her commodore’s
Disgrace.