The Queen of Heart
She’s quite a tart
Unusually sharp
And ready to harp
She’s awfully snotty
And never naughty
As she judges you
But I’ll give you a clue
Late at night
When she’s out of sight
She lies in bed
Covering her head
Crying huge tears
For many wasted years
That she was made of ice
Instead of being nice
About the Creator
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