The Queen and Mrs Smith

Once upon a regal day, with flair and marvelous pomp, I say,
The Queen, a turkey-like lady fair in red curly wig, led the way.
With ruff and diamonds, she stood tall and proud,
Neurotic and clean, her obsessions allowed.

Beside her stood Mrs Smith,
A teapot of a woman.
In bonnet, white apron and with
Ample bosom.

Silent and enigmatic,
No words to share, only grunts that were automatic
To the travelers ear.
Her hidden eyes, a mystery to all,
With a protruding tooth, like a single pearl not small.

Off they ventured, on grand travels they set,
In their mismatched duo, a sight you won't forget.
The Queen, a clean freak, scrubbed every place,
While Mrs Smith grunted, her presence a trace.

They sailed the seas on and traveled many a land
Mrs Smith was romanced by many a man,
As the Queen fought her dirt-filled foes as best she could.
Ignoring the two insane potato faced Portuguese women,
They continued on, their adventures just beginning.

The Queen fought her dirt-filled enemies with all her might,
Mrs Smith followed, her presence a delight.
To a faraway island, they were suddenly brought,
Trapped there without a way out, their adventures were wrought.

But their luck soon changed, when the tide shifted the shore,
The Queen and Mrs Smith could finally explore.
They explored the island, and all its wonder,
In the end, their adventures were a happy blunder.