My one chance of royalty

Written in 2005 not published.

The Queen said to me “Be my white knight
and I’ll kiss and I’ll hug you all through the night.”
I asked her “Is this a real fairy story
when it ends will we all share in the glory?
And will we sit at the big feasting table,
or will it be like Cain’s treatment of Abel?
Will you buy me a fine racing steed
or treat me like a pauper in need?
She asked “Well will you be my Lancelot
and share with me all that you’ve got?”
She asked me to sing a song of joy
to be her companion and toy boy.