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
cool! i love english history! you are sooo incredibly lucky to live in england! love Starr
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Danielle I think this poem is great like Old King Hal himself. Do you like this little ditty There once was a song called Hats of to Larry and there once lived a king they called Head's off Henry. Now Heads off Henry ruled by the blade and all the rules he only made. He destroyed the monestrys just to get his own way, or else it was the Axe Man, and with your head you had to pay.