Beans On Toast (or Midnight With The Queen)

A Magpie Tale

I sometimes wonder about the Queen

Does she live her life in constant dreams

Of fresh painted buildings and high iced teas

Or is she like a ghost

Do the servants heave a heavy sigh

The kitchen’s a mess and they don’t know why

In the depth of night all the eggs got fried

And served on toast

Are there corgi hairs in the gravy boat

Does she come downstairs in her ermine dressing coat

Does she make some beans whilst Philip gloats

Or does she check her post?

I’d like to think she helps herself

To the Palace kitchens like a sneaky elf

And she doesn’t worry about her health

As she makes her midnight roast

When she makes a meal does she share a joke

With the kitchen maids, or a visiting bloke

Or does she step outside for a sneaky smoke

Whilst making Beans on toast