The King and the Empress

The king of laws, a raging monarch. The empress of joy, forgotten in bed. They get caught in their underwear and a pair of socks Before they've managed to fall into each other's arms. The king of laws — he's a madcap too. He promises his empress a necklace Of the thousands of stars that fill the sky, And to keep her smiling even once she's put on weight. The empress of joy is obedient as a goat. New little boots on slender little hooves. Lips are blushing red and eyes made up. She carefully slurps her salad from a trough. Tonight the king is just rough sex. The empress is a naughty prostitute. She's like a sweet chocolate cake. Responsive to his urges and his thrusts. Debauchery and lust — no, they're not their thing, But animal passion is a hostage of instinct. Forgetting all about the plastic wrapper, The two of them become runners in a sprint. The king of laws is very fond of blood And of rebuilding borders every time. The king is bound to create love For the prince at home and the empress.