Fit For a Queen

Just look at me, I am so old, my paint if peeling, from being so cold. If I could talk, you would know my pain, and know I am royalty, with a very special name. Once I lived, in a castle on a hill, until those thieves, came to steal. You guessed it right, they grabbed me up, and out the door, along with other stuff. Then I was sold, to a circus in town, and rocked, and rocked, all the famous clowns. A nice lady saw me, and offered some cash, bought me new clothes, with a bright red sash. When she passed, I was sold again, then across the ocean, to a brand new land. Now here I sit, in my brand new home, again, the center of attention, it has been so long.