Oh what a glamourous lady, in her purple gown enbroided with red, a very tall lady.
Look out her dark coily hair like the vegetable leaves climbing up the stick.
She is forsooth a popular lady, a beautiful lady loved by all, oh your indeed the talk of the city.
Your fellow women are really jealous of thee, poetry...oh poetry your smile enlightens my world of muse.
Your vocabulary tells me your a learnned pretty lady.
Poetry! Poetry! Poetry!
I really do love thee with passion.
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