Classic Poem

I SHALL have a gold room
When I am a queen,
With a poppy-perfume
And a jewelled screen;

You may come and see me
Any time you will
If you wear a green coat
And a gold frill;

I shall keep a black slave
Hidden in the wall,
Waiting to admit you
When you come to call,

And if you displease me
So that I am bored,
I will have him kill you
With a gold sword.