Roar
Roaring lion conquered her woe
Sweetly batted her eyes, his doe
His nips on her lips, fragile
Slipping in ardor, agile
And he stroked her flower-- soft
Held her in his heart aloft
Roaring lion conquered her woe
Sweetly batted her eyes, his doe
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This is called an Octelle, rhyme scheme= aabbccaa, syllables= 8-8-7-7-7-7-8-8
Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark | Year Posted 2014
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