Mar(y)(ia) Von Trapped
Mary, Mary, Maria ... Mary's recent outing in a Hessian sack didn't just remind us of her lovelorn attempt at a "Princess Di before the Taj Mahal" misunderstood moment, wearing a grey beanie knitted from wool that looked as though some loyal subject had chewed it from a sheep's back, and wandering a cold, stony, windswept beach ... Mary has tried to divert us from the Trine Villemann account, and take us back to the sheerest schmaltz of moments, but what does the Danish Royal Family do with a maiden like Mar(y)(ia) when her tune has a subtext thus?My Unfavorite Things
Another fucking posy, and whiskers on Henrik
Security detail and that warm woolen poor-me fucking beanie
Brown paper packages from Amber with the fucking strings untied by Customs
These are a few of my LEAST favorite things
Cream colored Danish complexions and crisp apple streudels I can't fucking touch cause I'm a fucking MESOMORPH
Trine's libels in the press that I'm a fucking doormat, off my fucking noodle
Crackhead party geesers that skulk down the corridor under the midnight moon with Frecks, off their trees
These are a few of my LEAST favorite things
Circuit girlfriends with hash cookies and access to white stashes
School-age Union eye candy with the longest eyelashes!
Gold lurex boob tubes that melted onto my skin
These were a few of my favorite things ... sigh
When the truth bites
With like for instance the bee's dick I've had to settle for as my marital routine
When I'm feeeeeeling something creating a wrinkle on my SKIN
I simply remember my UNFAVORITE things
And then my faaaaace resumes its wrinkle-proof mask and I settle for feeling baaaaaad [sotto voce: cuz of the black Amex]
posted by Hester at 8:12 pm
3 Comments:
Classic and hilarious. Well done! Tragic for Mary that a Nazi-era nun is so much cuter and more relaxed looking. Mary must have a corn cob up her ass - could she be any tighter!?
I suppose Denmark now and into the future will be celebrating Halloween 24/7, 365 days a year espcially if Mosh posh makes it pass the velvet blue tapestry as Queen.
Seeing as how there is a NUN featured in the last post, I think I need to kneel and pray--I mean there's already The Atonement
Prayer--but what do you do when you're beyond salvation in the Mary Wars?
Hell, Mary!
You're full of shit,
And RoyalDish is against thee.
Bogan art thou among royals;
1/2 bogan is the fruit of thy womb, X & Pigge
Royal nightmare, one with no taste
We'll pray for you, Moshy,
Now and at the hour of your divorce.
Amen
There. I feel so much better already.
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