Crown

The Queen slapped on her big stupid hat.

Her neck craned forward.

She gawked at the documents.

Stooping ever lower.

Pens shuffled into her hands.

Her tendrils wrapped around the biros and she went to town scribbling over the details.

Cackling to herself.

Suddenly Queenie found herself clamped to the papers.

The crown was heavy, she couldn't move an inch!

She jingled some Land Rover keys and the slaves came running.

They prised the monstrosity off her head and hauled her back into the throne.