The queen was in a quandary
And as querulous as can be.
She was locked up in her bedroom
And no one could find the key.
The knave climbed up a ladder
To the queen's balcony,
But so quarrelsome she quibbled
That he quivered fearfully.
The king was playing croquet
Enjoying the quiescent calm.
The key was in his pocket
And he, quite without a qualm.
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R is for Rat
The rat ran into the restaurant
And caused a bit of a fuss.
He was chased round the room
By the cook with a broom
Then ran out and got hit by a bus.
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Text & images © Mirino (PW) August, 2009
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