The Garden Party Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Anne looked down,
from the lofty heights
of a right royal nose,
and gave him a sneer
as she stood on his toes.

With a right foul oath
she shoved him aside,
her face was all twisted
with her smouldering eyes.

She stormed from the garden
the maid cried in alarm,
as a bowl of lobster soup
burned into her arm.

Yet Anne did not notice
Anne did not care.
Of what importance was the maid
with the raven black hair?

The reporter watched in silence
amazement followed his frown,
a princess so rude
he could not understand.

He was real shocked
twas quite easy to see,
one of princess Anne's tantrums
is quite something to see.

His gape was so foolishly obvious
as Anne stormed right on by,
when all of a sudden
he let out a cry.

Yet imagination it wasn't
the stinging red mark on his cheek
the pain in his knee.
While princess Anne chuckled.

As she departed
quite merrily.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock