Queens and Kings All Over This Land

Queens are all over, and there are festivals, parades, banners and stuff. I wanted to be Corn Queen once, but they chose a girl from Council Bluff. Our phenomenal state fairs have a bunch of pageants galore. We watch these winners parade in with titles, banners, and more. Miss Atom was fine, looked great in her huge science lab. Everyone was glad she got it, for she had the gift of gab. Ms. Plastic Surgery had lips that kept falling off, So her title was given to Miss Whopping Cough. The men have their own competitions, of course. Some bring their own cow, their llama or horse. Mr. Cowboy for the West part of the state, Was given a chilly reception, being six minutes late. Stripped of his title, it pleased his first runner up. Who had also won Mr. Lassie and Mr. Buttercup. Mr. Elf on the Shelf was irritated ‘because he thought he had it. Mr. Emergency laughed, for he was named Mr. Bad It. Mrs. Hostess Snowball wore snowballs strategically placed, And Mrs. Not—Ever-Ready wore a corny veil ribboned with lace. Queens and Kings, running around, winning titles fast and furiously. To put on their resume’s or job applications? I am guessing curiously. Not being in a pageant, myself, I truly do not understand. But there are contests for queens and kings all over our land. Showing off titles, and banners and stuff. Here is Mrs. Wart Hog cemetery. Her hide is tough!