Limerick's are hardddd

Had some free time to write poems, so I tried to make some from Queen Elizabeth's perspective (the Azur Lane ver.) which didn't go too spectacularly.


Once again, a new day begins.
Here and there, I see him with friends.
My foolish servant,
His smile fervent.
If for him, it is shells I will send.

Please take care to get your sleep admiral.
I will deal with the paperwork for you.
Just be there for me.
And serve me some tea.
But cut back on the sugar you use, please?


I also wrote a little scenario to fine tune my, 'Queen Elizabeth Sense (Azur Ver.)'

Queen Elizabeth, having gone through morning preparations for the day, walks to the admiral's office. Suffolk is by her side pushing a cart of confectionery and tea as usual. The smell of fruity tarts is most prevalent among them, perhaps too pungent in fact.

"He better have finished signing off the commission requests from yesterday— It would be unacceptable to miss out on today's tea time!" Said Elizabeth, her eyes narrowing. "It's already been a week and he still expects me to not be upset!?"

"B-but, isn't it because the special event is here?" chimed in Suffolk. "I'm sure he'll be ready to attend soon..."

"Hmph!" Elizabeth puffs her cheeks, "my servant shouldn't keep me waiting any longer! Doesn't he have someone else who can do the work?"

"Ehhh..."

The two soon arrive at the admiral's room and Suffolk leaves the cart to open the door. Elizabeth moves her left arm to her side and raises her right arm, pointing beyond the door. And just as Suffolk opens the door...

"Hmmm~ Admiral, you should relax more."

Duke of York is sitting on the admiral's couch, the admiral also on the couch. His head was resting on her thighs however. The fabled, 'lap pillow.'

"Oh, her majesty. Have you come to see the admiral?"

Elizabeth's eyes widened, "W-what is the meaning of this! Weren't you finishing the commission reports!?"

"Ah, I helped the admiral with those earlier," Duke of York glances at the admiral's desk. "Now he is having some much needed relaxation."

"I-I see..." Elizabeth looks at Duke of York uncomfortably, before turning her attention to the admiral. "Well then, I expect you to be present for tea time today! You will not be excused for any reason! Understand?"

The admiral nods his head meekly, a drop of sweat forming on his head.

Satisfied with the response, Elizabeth looks one last time at Duke of York before facing Suffolk. "T-then let's go." She pulls on Suffolk and leads her out of the Admiral's office. "We should prepare for his arrival, he will need some refreshments later..."

As Elizabeth leads the way to the Royal dorms, Suffolk speaks up.

"Umm... what about the cart?"

...

"Oh... Right."


The two return to the office and bring the cart with them to the dorms.