The drama when I close the bedroom door

Lo! These weary days of yore where a queen be treated with such disdain as to prevent ingress to anywhere She fancies. The torture! The torment! The Dimwits are dim, but dammit have they some fine craftsmeownship to raise the opening mechanism just beyond a queen’s reach. But dullards be they, for hear the grandeur of mine fine vocal stylings ’neath the drawbridge! Oh that my fierce caterwauls be heard upon blessed ears throughout the land! But what’s this? A bell? A knell? Nay… a nap! Aye, a nap calls to me forthwith, and with it perchance to dream away this unsightly slight. I shall deal with the Dimwits without delay… beyond a much-needed nap. And perhaps a well-deserved treat. And a well-bequeathed poopsie. And should I remember what I’m on about thus, then lord help them. Move it, Simpleton! Well, not all the way, mind you. Though ye smell and bear the visage of a sullen skunk, I shall allow your warmth to please your Queen whilst She recover from this regretful day of not being duly appreciated. Just don't you look at me! You’re welcome. 👑