VICTORIA GEORGE

Rookie - 0 Points (LONDON)

Royals At Ascot - Poem by VICTORIA GEORGE

The royals were having a joke
Laughing almost fit to near burst
Zara said “Let’s all have a bet
To see which of us can look worst? ”

“We can all go to Ascot today
In the very worst clothes we can find
We’ll sure be a motley array
I’m sure that granny won’t mind”

Then Eugenie, Zara and Bea
Found an woodwormed ancient old trunk
Filled up with a nice vast array
Of all kinds of clothes and weird junk

They found some old mini skirts
And cardboard they made into hats
A couple of silk fifties shirts
And coats that looked like door-mats

Bea said “Oh what a good laugh
We're a strange collection of folk!
All three of us look pretty naff
I do hope the press get the joke”

copyright Victoria George

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Royals At Ascot by VICTORIA GEORGE

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 23, 2008


[Hata Bildir]