Yesterday, Ballet Girl (age 11) wrote this poem.
The
Kings and Queens of the Stuarts.
Firstly
there's, a good Queen Bess, from the Tudor era.
She
died in pain, and never again, was she to rule with terror.
Then
secondly, most astonishingly, came her dear old cousin...
James
the I, or James the 'curse' 'cause he ruled over Scotland.
Then
Jamie dear, died in fear, 'cause he was an old chap,
Then
came his son, who had no fun, who lost his head (went splat).
The
one who killed, (his head was spilled) broke the Puritan laws,
Charles
I, who was the worst, at fighting civil wars.
Then
Ollie Cromwell, had to stop well...(he fought Ireland galore)
He
had no fans, since fun was banned, and he kept fighting wars!
He
died and then, a monarch again, since Charles's son came back!
He's
Charles II, (not David Beckham) and partying was back!
Then
Charlie died, while his people cried, for they had suffered lots,
The
plague and fire, for they desire, that they're all covered in spots!
Then
came dear James, the one who came, he was over-thrown,
'cause
he was a catholic, the people did not pick, that king by them alone.
Then
next came Mary, the one that married, the William of Orange,
Then
Mary died, while William cried, as he used an old bandage,
since
William fell, over and tell, and he died all alone,
Next
came Anne, who had no fans and no-one to succeed the throne.
Since
Anne had nine, children (divine!), they all died of sickness,
Then
Anne died, while the people cried, that they had no joy-ness!
Then
that's the end, of the Stuarts, bend, of the royal success,
Then
came in line, the Georgian line, of unhappiness...........
