Tina— The Queen Of Beauty Poem by Teacher Kevin

There was a girl in the marketplace
where I sold woods.
I didn't know where she came from—
her father and mother, not as well.
I had never heard about her,
but I fell for her beauty.

Her name was Tina,
and Tina was beautiful.
Her skin gleamed like the stars,
her eyes sparkled like the sun.
Her moves were silent and magical,
as though the wind carried her.

I stood with my axe in hand,
lost in fantasy for a royal beauty—
stunning and spectacular.
Her dress looked stellar,
a fragrance of valley roses
filling the air around her.

When she spoke,
her voice finished me.
Her posture was perfect,
backed by her body's build
and African beads
that jiggled melodiously
around her symmetrical waist.

Her wide smile was phenomenal,
exposing pearl-white teeth
with a beautiful gap between,
and whirlwind dimples
flawlessly placed on her chubby cheeks.

For once I had a real crush,
but, as they say,
never chase your crush.
I let Tina walk away.