The "Anne Boleyn" Poem

by Melanie
in

January 9th, 2003

Annie was as sneaky as the common nit
Always decieving, and full of wit

Convincing and bittersweet,
Annie was,
she was always like this, because:

King Henry fell in love,
with the common clad dancer,
down at her feet, he begged
her to prancer

Off with Queen Catherine's head,
poor little Mary,
withdrew into shadow, and held
her burden to carry

"Princess Elizabeth, shall get her reward
She shall be no sister of mine,
Anne Boleyn was her mother, she is her daughter,
she shall have to pay the fine."

The End


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