Modest, not immodes
you are.
Streetcreed, not skimpy and
slinky you are. Capripants
never worn by you.
Skullduggery? You never display.
Of voice? Mellifluous not stentorian.
Immaculate and natty you remain.
Bobby-dazzler you are to me.
Beauteous dark-skinned face I adore.
Sylphlike you are, your sybaritic lifestyle calls my attention.
Seven birds story touched my heart.
Captive it made me, heart palpitates
when eyes see beauteous dark-skinned face.
Fair dinkum, you are my affable, adorable and wondrous.
What a beauty! But it is fait accompli that
separates modesty and captive.
Fairy godmother is needed.
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