My Craft Poetry

The Roamer

The young lass Weathersby,Reared a rake lecherThe boy gained infamy,As a cruel corrupter Each conniving victory,Sent his renown farther‘Til the repeated story,Hit the ears of a roamer She vowed utter destruction,To get his goat superblyLeaving the boy’s seduction,An act even he would decry Not knowing the strategy,The boy pursued her ardorShe paid him in agonyBy ignoring his marker Dauntless he went unshrinking,To try a second enthrallAnd a third, fourth gallantlyYet all failed to bethrall How…

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