As I went for a run,
The other day,
It was so much fun,
When she jumped in my way.
Her form was exciting,
I just had to follow,
Her hair was inviting,
Straight like an arrow.
I was out of breath,
But I wanted to whistle,
A praise to the depth
Of her riddle.
Thou beautiful muse,
With your elegant stride,
Better stop for a minute,
'Cause your shoe is untied!
And your shoes are so flat,
That your beautiful strut,
Is exerting it's wrath,
On your tempting b... rain?
© The Far Settler 2012
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