The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts on a sunny Wednesday. The Princess of Hearts was bored with the tarts and asked when her sister could play.
The King of Hearts longed for the tarts sniffing around the room,
Waiting the long torturous minutes, he would retire soon.
At five past nine the buzzer sounded filling the family with glee,
But the Queen of Hearts shewed them away, the tarts were for charity.
The scent of tarts it filled the room: Chocolate, raspberry and lemon.
A careful hand she lifted the tarts, each had to pass her inspection.
At quarter to ten the Queen finally asked which of them wanted a taste,
The family was tired but nonetheless eager and ran to the table with haste.
Crispy shell and warm gooey center, how could they NOT be nutritious?
In a small tired voice, the Princess she spoke
"Sister, your tarts are delicious!"
