The manor house is in an uproar. The chambermaids can’t find the gold satin sheets and the purple coverlet for the royal bed has disappeared. Yes we have received an epistle stating that the King is coming to visit.
No not that king you fool. That king is a fink!! Every where he goes people chant, ” the king is a fink—the king is a fink”. Our King is held in higher respect then that.
We here have been extremely busy preparing for his arrival. The heralds have shined their trumpets to a sparkling finish. The cook is busy planning tasty treats to delight the royal palate. The Ladies-in-waiting have arrived early to be sure that the Queen, who is traveling with him, will also be comfortable during her stay.
Yes the King is coming to visit our humble home. I can picture him now relaxing with us away from the cares and worries of his kingdom.
No you still haven’t got it right. That is the Little King. Our King is larger than that. Actually he looks some what like the King of Spades. Well you will recognize him when you see him—I always do.
Update:
A message received from the Queen yesterday spoke of the King suffering some discomfort. But she assured me the visit was still forthcoming and so I wait for new word. Ah that means there is more time for the scullery maid to set the kitchen right!
Ah at last I get to visit the Manor House in the far distant land of MI. A hearty welcome dost await as previewed by such comedic heraldry afore-written. I must therefore bestow upon the keepers of said house the Royal Gift, NO not another Tax!! I must consult with the Royal Gift Giver!!! Ah yes I’ve got it they shall receive the Royal NY Bagel!! My many thanks shall also be bestow-ethed upon the family in the form of a heart felt dinner that shalt be prepared by his highness himself!!
A meal prepared by the King would have to be fit for a King. My mouth doth water in anticipation at the thought of sampling this delectable dinner. Ah but whom do I kid I don’t sample anything I devour it!!