A stranger hiding, in all ways as told;
Once, did fate stood by the dice,
Alas, a story to add some spice.
Beauty, he thinks her name must be,
Wondering, asking, oh why, why me?
Twice, of chances, to make her smile,
Could this go, on a long, straight mile?
Beast, a poem he made to speak,
Sleepy and tired, empowered this week,
To cap off, brighten up her day,
A musicale for Beauty, entitled to play.
Hey Beauty, click this ONE-WAY LINK,
Hear the rhythm, reminisce, through years of ink;
And when all done, return back to this site,
A prank Beast pulled off, ALRIGHT alright!
:))
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PS: This is an original poem for a friend requested to be posted by a friend. The views and opinions of the writer do not reflect that of the blog owner. Still, good job bro!
