Danielle Anne Wilkinson
Henry Viii - Poem by Danielle Anne Wilkinson
Henry VIII had six lovely wives,
Some lost their cherished lives.
A lot were hated a few adored,
He would call to his lord.
For a son to be king,
He would spread out his wing.
He would shoot like a rife,
And look for his perfect wife.
At first he got two lovely girls,
Who loved to wear silky pearls.
Then after that a boy was born,
He became king by dawn.
They all became kings and queens.
Their paintings done from different scenes
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