The broom is wearing a wig, its not any old wig, it is a wig that belongs to the queen.
The queen of the cupboard land. It's only a small land known only by a few.
The queen, the broom, the mop, polish dusterand the buckets too.
The maid knows where the land is, she goes there everyday,
she uses, all the things, she has to so she can get her pay.
The queen asked for her wig back, the broom absolutely said no!
I like this wig, I like the feel of the hair as it swishes to and fro.
The mop wanted to ware the wig, she wanted to have a turn, but the queen was not happy at all.
The queen sent for the maid, she told her to retrieve the wig, so the maid pulled the broom out of the cupboard and the broom called her a pig. There was a fight between the maid and the broom, but the maid won the day.
Now the queen has her wig back and now everything is O.K.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem