On the way home…

I met a man called William the Conqueror.

His hair was awful and messy like a bowl of spaghetti

and his tummy was round as can be.

His fiery temper was that of a lion that would make him destroy anyone who upset him

and he liked to make lots of castles that would last for eternity.

I met a King called Richard three.

His neat hair soft and straight with a posh tidy hat

but his soul was full of hate.

Killed his nephews and his brother, they never stood a chance.

The wrath of King Richard three, he had a temper no doubt.

I met a posh gentleman called George three.

A silly wig on his head like a dreaded court judge

and a waistcoat full of little buttons going “tick-tock, tick-tock”.

King George the third was quite absurd he even shook hands with a tree.

He liked to farm, unusual yes, what an absurd King indeed!

At least he did not ban the right to read!

I met a Queen called Victoria.

She was fat and that was that but she also had some greed.

The lady could never understand the word ‘need’.

Her hunger led many to cry as they starved away, 

in slums unheard of but still remembered to this day.

She ruled India like a spoilt empress reminding people of her bulk.

At this time no one had heard of the green Incredible Hulk.

I met a Princess called Lillibet.

I did not know she would grow to be the gracious Queen we know.

She looked so tall and poised in her frilly dress

that reminded me of an elegant ballerina.

I can’t believe that she has grown to be the Queen we all love

The Princess of the arena!