Yo! At yesterday's National Honor Society meeting, I realized that a fair maiden's full name was dekasyllabic- it was sonnet time!
By gray-skirted day caught I her smile
Pretty, polite, and alight in kind sport
Yet to high-up men nought- for she was short
Which made her hot. She doth dress in style
Like a snowflake in Heaven formed, adorned
In light delicate sky and flower hues,
Her string-thin calves above small low-heeled shoes,
Each choice of her grand cache. Her cute face formed,
Whose skin, a fresh-cracked cedar heartwood white
As only Nature's broadsword shows, constitutes
God's fairest gift to Man, a host of flutes
Virgin-mercury bright. May our sweet sprite
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Set us free, slave us to ecstacy.
As usual, my brother said it was untalented and vain; as my readers know, I usually have more personality and religious themes in my work, but I ran out of room describing the diminuitive damsel's stunning looks. Oh well.