Her mother fretted
That she was lazy
A late riser
And a little crazy
Bought too many suits
Wasted time on net
Loitered with friends
Was out after sunset
Her father had lost
His mirth and joy
In frantic search
For a suitable boy
Mediocre in studies
Her teachers grumbled
In dancing they agreed
She never stumbled
See the magic of love
I saw nothing amiss
In her manner and demeanour
And longed for a kiss
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