The Maiden

A sweet boy walking down the street

Met a lovely maiden

To admire and greet.

The sweet boy stared open-mouthed

At the loveliness of the girl,

Dressed in a pretty yellow dress.

Her lovely heart-shaped face

Brimmed with beauty and cheery grace.

And yes, her big shining eyes

Showed glory and pride.

And her little fair nose,

Of the perfect size,

With which the maiden looked so nice.

And her beautiful rosy lips,

With which she asked the sweet boy,

"Which way to the cowshed?"

The boy replied,

"Go straight, then left, and there you'll see the cowshed."

"Thank you!"

The maiden replied with a smile,

"I've heard it's just a mile!"

The boy nodded and waved goodbye,

And this is the end of our story, oh, oh, aye!

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Ramona Singh

Poetry and Stuff