Garden of the Queen's Pleasure

Garden of the Queen's Pleasure

The Garden of the Queen's Pleasure,

Where the tapestries are spread,

Here you may take your leisure,

Or a man may lose his head.

In the Garden of the Queen's Pleasure,

Many questions will be asked.

And tea is served that loosens tongue,

Many truths are then unmasked.

In the Garden of the Queen's Pleasure,

The courtiers eyes are hard.

They act instant on her whim,

You must be on your guard.

From the Garden of the Queen's Pleasure,

You may not make it through,

A dozen men had entered once,

But came out only two.

In the Garden of the Queen's Pleasure,

Your loyalty is dear.

One misstep or the wrong word,

Will be met with tip of spear.

In the Garden of the Queen's Pleasure,

Many men there do swing.

Survive the Queen altogether,

You may be brought before the King.

In the Garden of the Queen's Pleasure,

Many tapestries are spread.

Here is taken your measure,

Here a man may lose his head.

Cliff Lake 4/29/2024

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