A Mismatched Maiden Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

A Mismatched Maiden



bosom heaving,
sat beside the rill, a-grieving....
had she but waited, with time's succor,
could there have been a courtly plucker...
a knight, not errant...bold, instead...
to gratify this maiden's head....
lest ye think these musings shoddy....
hear well......she's not forgot the toddy.......

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