On Her Majesty's Secret Service

Through stylish arches and down marbled halls,

Past paintings so royal on ornate walls,

I walk with purpose and strength of stride

My young breast pounding with beats of pride.

'Tis a noble employment here at the palace,

I marvel again as I carry this chalice.

It's part of a set, which includes goblets too,

Which the Queen keeps hidden and far from view.

Oh no! Oh heavens! I've dropped it on the floor!

I retrieve it; inspect it; and head for her door.

Oh gracious! Oh gracious! I'm ever so nervous.

About the dent On Her Majesty's Secret Service.

The End

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