Queenie

• Katerina Stephens, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2007

To dear Queenie,
You were born in India in 1896, over 100 years ago.
People used to say how cute you were when you used to eat your wild bananas and grass.
You took that noisy truck to Calcutta.
By 1905 you were 9 years old already.
You poor thing having about 500 people ride on you each day,
You would of loved your days off on Mondays.
You killed your beloved trainer Mr Lawson, and in the riot that followed you were put down,
The 3rd of July 1945, our great star Queenie died.