This reign of plastic

That replaced the reign of gold

Couldn’t have known that you

Would feel so undersold

If love was built on hindsight

Then surely would have seen

You were joining hands

with the Tupperware Queen

Yes you gave a groan

When I took the throne

But can you choose a Queen

When you behave like a drone

Where the silverware’s not expected

And certainly never been

That’s the ideal kingdom

Of this Tupperware Queen

I didn’t mean to fool you

Into feeling King

Of anything but plastic

And what plastic brings

If gold is what she had

It’s what I could’ve been

The unaffordable dream

Of this Tupperware Queen

Yes you gave a groan

When I took the throne

But don’t expect a gem

When you’re quarrying for stone

Where the silverware’s not expected

And certainly never been

That’s the ideal kingdom

Of this Tupperware Queen

In future when that moan

Has turned to stone

And the slightest groan

Feels so overblown

Remember you’re a drone

And the Queen however plastic

Runs to honeycomb