Frivolousdressorder

It was a masterpiece of ambiguity. Did it ban dresses that were frivolous? Or was the order itself frivolous? The courtiers, terrified of the Queen’s unpredictable moods, chose the harshest interpretation.

The Queen watched from her itchy brown sack. For the first time in weeks, she smiled. The dress was absurd. It was magnificent. It was a beautiful, silent rebellion against the grey. frivolousdressorder

And for the first time, Bartholomew Pence almost smiled. It was a masterpiece of ambiguity

One day, she wore a dress whose skirt was a perfect, rigid cone. “It’s a study in acute angles, Lord Pence,” she explained. “Nothing frivolous about a triangle.” He grunted his approval. The dress was absurd

Lord Pence stared, his shears trembling in his hand. “That... that spiral has no practical application!”

“Originality is the mother of frivolity, Your Majesty,” he replied, polishing his shears. “And frivolity is the father of... poor time management.”