So filled with
silliness, is this childish sweet girl,
Lifting frilly
skirts & tossing her soft pretty curls,
Dancing through
days, without thought nor care,
Thinking always,
that to her, life would be fair.
With love songs
in her head & giggles in her belly,
Capriciously
dining, on mint mousse & quince jelly,
She was a frisky
fine frippet, so dashing & slippery,
Only garbing herself,
in the best finest of fripperies.
Yet, who could not
smile at this frivolous maid?
Who curtsied to blooms
& deep forests of jade,
She, who talked to
animals & birds of fine plume,
Leaving behind her,
only music, beauty & perfume.
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