Dawn Meets The Queen

The chandeliers were like upside-down sparkly trees,
the sofas were as long as stretch limousines.

I sunk, waist-deep, in red carpet,
nibbled miniature scones.

Watched by her Rembrandt and Vermeer
the Queen came near. She smiled.

“And which school are you from?
Are you enjoying your visit?”

I ran to my teacher.
“I’ve just spoken to THE QUEEN!”

My mouth was as wide as Japan.
“Really, she’s just like my Nan!”