The Queens Story
Compelled to tell her story
On her throne with pen in hand
A narrative of such glory
Revered through out the land
A story of a gentle breeze
Paired with a familiar essence
All who read the story agrees
It's been known since adolescence
Making it rhyme didn't take long
The Queen was filled with it's power
Everyone knew when it turned to song
The Queen was a Flatulent flower!
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2018
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