I saw the Queen in an old sweet shop,
As I sucked a cola drop.
To me she looked so soft and sallow -
A sort of tasty, plump marshmallow.
I said “dear Ma’am, you’re fluffy-white,
I think I’d rather like a bite.
(I’m sure I saw the Queen recoil
in her dress of silver foil).
I made a grab but off she ran.
Though sadly she did not get far
And crashed into a candy jar.
I rushed to help, I really did,
I grabbed the jar and found the lid.
I even knelt upon the floor
Just where the Queen lay by the door.
Her Majesty looked pale and sick
I looked around, I had a lick.
"Forgive me, Queen, but now you seem
To look like strawberries and cream!"
Poem © 2016 Dom Conlon
Illustration © 2016 Sarah McIntyre