I have four poems that I have made. Hope they’re good!
I once met a queen from Spice.
Everyday she farmed rice.
But whenever she sang.
The farmed rice ran away.
That strange queen from Spice.
There once was a queen from Spice.
All while she hoped to farm rice.
So she knitted and tweeted.
And hopes of rice farming wilted.
That strange, foolish queen from Spice.
Tall trees in the streets
They have fallen left and right
Shame some can’t escape
In the calm, quiet dark,
Many tiny lights shine above
They wink at the moon