In digital halls of filtered grace, she reigns,
A queen of likes, the influencer's dream,
With every post, her royal status gains,
Marie, in pixels and in swipes, supreme.
"Let them eat Cake, Cake, Cake," her caption cries,
In jest, she types, her followers amass,
Her banquet spread 'neath Versailles' virtual skies,
Emojis sent as toasts in clinking glass.
Her stories glitter with the gilt of old,
Yet speak in hashtags, trending and concise,
Where once were ballrooms, now there lies untold,
The scrolling courts of social media’s vice.
Her gowns a carousel of haute couture,
Each selfie snapped, a portrait framed in gold,
Her life, a show, for all the world's allure,
A spectacle in every tale she's told.
Her “Let them eat cake!” echoes through the age,
A phrase that's typed, not spoken, yet it rings,
Through fiber optics with a subtle rage,
A meme that flies on wifi's tireless wings.
The guillotine of public scorn is sharp,
Should she misstep, the crowd is quick to turn,
For modern mobs do type, and like, and harp,
With hashtags for the heads they’d see in urn.
Yet still, she dances in the limelight's glow,
Unfazed by time, by history's cruel jokes,
For every age its idols will bestow,
And every epoch cloaks them in new cloaks.
So raise your phones and capture now her smile,
Marie Antoinette, reborn in style anew,
Where once she walked the palace's grand aisle,
Now strides the queen of social rendezvous.
Yet beneath the veneer of modern fame,
Lies a history painted in sorrow's stroke,
Remember her, not just for her acclaim,
But as a symbol that transcends common folk.
So let them eat Cake, Cake, Cake, she'll decree,
As followers heart, share, and partake,
In the endless feast of celebrity,
Where the past and present interlace and make.