Honor and Duty

Honor and Duty

Her elf face could be Irish
If not for her cappuccino hue
That tells of a palace girl
Who serves the Rajah
As his Rajasthani servant
She wears clingy-brown-cotton pants
With a matching madras shirt on top
To be the Hindu embodiment of love
Maidservant become princess
Of the Milky Way

She bears a golden platter
Of her master’s favorite cuisine
When she leans down
She invites his sense of touch
To grab a handful of her derriere
Because her stoic face makes not a flinch
She wins the game of touchy-feely
For it is an honor to serve the king
As she carefully lays his plate
Not once bemoaning her fate