Miss Cutie Nonesuch and Mr Smart Skill
Perchance met each other on a hill,
As they stood overlooking a luring ravine;
Everything was pompous, lovely and fine;
So ensued their decision to wed
And the world unconcerned went ahead.
Little Lie was the first one born
For the duo to adore and adorn;
She was quick to grow full tall,
Her each parent looked too small
Beside her in looks, form and pose;
Often she hit back the one she chose;
Then came Flaw, the second child
Who, awakened would turn restless and wild
Till feathers or lint shreds went afloat;
Nothing remained between the couple to dote;
It's better, they thought, to be free;
Each strongly sought the parting decree.
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