Poor Anne of Cleeves

Poor Anne of Cleeves,
Henry wasn't pleased.
At who he saw,
Kneeling on the floor.

Ah! She's ugly,
He shouted in vain
To marry a 'Flanders Mare,'
Was to be a strain.

Her ungodly speech,
Filled the air.
Henry thought,
This just wasn't fair.

Henry's painter,
Had painted her well.
Now however,
Her poor reputation fell.

Poor Anne of Cleeves,
Henry wasn't pleased.
At who he saw,
Kneeling on the floor.


By Grace Clover