Evilest of Evil Stepmothers

Another poem written for school about Mary Tudor. This time it is from her perspective, having to deal with Anne Boleyn as a stepmother.

Beguiling smile, dainty neck

And eyes black like pitch

Thou art an opportunistic vulture

Swooping in like a fairy-tale witch

 

Driving a wedge between the King

And my mother, now once a Queen

 

I see my father won’t acknowledge me

You are poisoning his mind

He used to be nothing short of loving 

I recall he used to be kind

 

Now a b*****d, I have no father

Worse still, I cannot see my mother

 

A shrieking brat takes my place

Beady black eyes, just like yours

No more title, I am only called Lady

Elizabeth’s nanny; I do the chores

 

Till’ one day, my mother grows cold

The sickness creeps in and takes its hold

 

Hurrying and scurrying to her room

The true Queen just barely dead

I am crying, paying my last respects

You, you are stealing her jewels instead

 

Wait. Leave her cross, please

Whatever would you want it for

Oh, because you love to hate me

But I’ll always hate you more

 

Mary Tudor, Princess

Author's Note

Silly and fairy-taleish, I know. I was going for a "teen angst" feel.

Reviews

[HorrorMaster]

I love it

[Jacey Lane-DeVille]

Good job on capturing the teen angst...now you have inspired me to go grab my one short story lol
Look at you embracing the poetry muse