A Bad Hair Day

This is a verse, not a song, Let's gaze on the face of Agamemnon, For ten years, he had stayed away, Finally, he arrived home one day, Yes, away to Troy he'd roamed, The warrior king made it home, But, he had been playing away, His Queenie had a bad hair day, Her axe did have a double blade, As in her spa, she made him lay, She drugged his wine, a loving cup, Then proceeded to chop him up! Off with his feet, for roaming so far, Queenie really messed up her spa, Off with his cheating hands, He brought home his ho's from foreign lands, Off with his attachments, you can guess what that meant, Shoved them in his mouth, as his head went south, "Feed him to the swine! It's pig feeding time!" She yelled at the serfs, "That cheating dud got his desserts!" Queenie was having a bad hair day, Warrior king had been playing away, But, Queenie had a toyboy anyway, She always kept smiling, Looked for the silver lining, Queenie's wealth was a'piling, She was a keeper, Old king now a sleeper, Queen kept the kids, gold and slaves, She did get hers one day, Yes, Queenie kept the lot, Or was it all a plot? Queenie's bad hair day, Warrior king had been playing away, This is verse, not a song, Let's gaze at the face of Agamemnon!