Thursday, October 27, 2011

A White Butterfly Clip

Soaring locks drooling past my neck,
Roaring locks ruling past my peck,
was jailed by a gritty clip in might.

In the bazaars of shimmering bangles,
In the bazaars of glittering clips,
there hailed an innocent clip in white.

Like a butterfly's graceful plight in dawn,
Like a dragon fly's raceful flight in lawn,
it lured its fanciful peers in envy.

A glance at the clip, thine lock's thirstiness bred.
A prance at the slip, thine lock's keeness spread.

Thine's penny loss in mass,
Thine's runny toss in crass,
mourned my locks in mulling over the clip.

Bravo! Gusts of mercy kidnapped the clip and dungeoned it in the knight's caressing locks.

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