Thine Ear Ring's Parted Tale

Thine pair of ear rings with flair of cheering,
wakes thine ears in haze.

Thine pair of ear rings with glare of fearing,
takes thine peers in gaze.

Their day begins with dawn of gal's dressing room,
Their gay begins with brawn of pal's wrestling room.

They sparkled with silvery blush on thy gal's ears,
They crackled with rivalry crush to romance thy gal's ears.

They flocked together in glee,
They mocked together in flee,
Yet they never favoured together in melee.

They dozed in rusted tin,
Yet they oozed with trusted grin.

Thine Lord's Day parted them when a tinged fate's grimace bounced on them!

Rapunzel's Pencil mire!

In thy lanes of dusty living,
In thy banes of musty striving,
Thine pencil strayed in mire.

In thy flames of gusty diving,
In thy fames of rusty thriving,
Thine pencil astrayed in quagmire.

Thine pencil's enthrall amazed thine books in cage,
Thine pencil's enthrall amazed thine nooks in rage.
Pencil's princely etching on paper,
Is like a pricely fetching eon pampr.

My hair strands befalling on its slender form,
My fair brands befalling its lender norm,
Had lulled thine pencil in cozy sleep dorm of pencil box!

My Dear Peer

Morning sun is thy name of my peer,
Burning fun is thy fame of my peer.

Holy ash on his forehead,
Folly flash in his dare stead, is his only care of address.
Jolly splash on his bore creed,
Trolley food trash in his desk breed is his fare of redress.

His day begins with trades and stocks,
His gay regains with gain in hordes of shares.

Thine work is boredom in his absence.
Thine work is held seldom in his presence.
Yet he is still the morning for the Rising sun of our boss.

Thy lord of zealous humour.
Thy affordable Lord of relentless glamour is very hard to miss the work's flavour.