Rosie's first poem

A log log time ugoe threr lived a qeen.
That wos green. Bcose she wos ile.
From her qwilte. There where fly s in it there wos a borll at the palace. The drncer s sead goodnoos.Bcose the qween for wunce wos not
greeeen.And wos playing the boggow drum.
With her bum.


by Rosie