R and R

R and R Fan those palm fronds a little faster, boys As I recline here in dignified poise I’m Cleopatra, your Egyptian queen I require the most sumptuous cuisine Not queen for a day, but for a whole week Surrounded by tall men with great physiques Quit your bellyaching, why can’t you grasp I’m not fated to succumb to an asp Just provide me with every luxury Or I’ll send your wives to a nunnery For seven days I’ll be waited upon It’s my vacation so I can dream on Classes I miss and work piles on my desk As I relax, remaining statuesque Rest and rehabilitation is grand On day eight, I’ll respond to your demands For Carol Brown's "A week to do as I please" contest