Queen Victoria Poem

She was as rich as a wild lion with meat,

But since Prince Albert died, she felt incomplete.

As plump as a pumpkin,

But dull like a cloud,

She never really spoke aloud.

How very sad it was to see,

This happen to history’s most powerful queen.

5 ft one,

Hair in a bun.

She rarely went out in the sun.

Wearing only black showed her broken heart inside.

Ruling a quarter of the world

But always missing Albert by her side.

Ruling over 63 years, for 39 she’d mourn,

1837-1901.