The Iceni Celts lived in the flat fenlands across E. Briton.
Their Queen had a fearsome way for anyone to alight upon.
Romans tried to cut a deal with her war torn king husband.
When the king died, she was ridiculed by evil guardsmen.
Stately with flaming red she was clad in a rainbow cloak.
Her piercing voice and fiery eyes did make her foes choke.
Blazing a trail, in her war chariot, she led 100,000 to war.
From the House of Briton, her legendary deeds would soar.
She defeating over 70,000 Romans and also Romanized-Celts.
Boudicca’s clan rid part of a Roman legion, triumphantly felt.
Opposing forces met at Midlands near the village of Mancetter.
Her words still echoes through books, they say God-blessed-her.
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