Excellent, Susan. Maybe "that slow, royal coach"? Or "Duncan's monarchical coach"?
Ok, I promise this is my last one.
Betjeman’s Romeo
Miss Juliet Capulet, you are the sun,
With that sheen on your skin and your braids half undone!
I’m a fool on a cliff, and you give me a shove—
Is it any surprise that I’ve fallen in love?
Your daddy looked daggers all night at the dance,
While I hoped and I prayed for the tiniest glance
At your firm-muscled forearms and strenuous thighs.
Now you stand at the window, the sun in your eyes:
Though it’s quarter past midnight, you’d think it was noon,
And the greeny-faced, chilly-chaste, envious moon
Looks queasy as I am, your servant in livery
Dumbstruck and weak-kneed and lovery-shivery.
I wish I could be a glove warmed by your hand,
Or a shoe on your foot, or a wave on the sand
Between your strong toes as you kick me and run!
Miss Juliet Capulet, you are the sun.
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