Bronwyn's Mate, Part I

Bronwyn the Barbaric amassed admirers like oceans collect river-flow Streams of suitors all tried to woo her each determined to be her “best beau” But our fair pirate queen was a fickle young lass whose attention was hard to retain She'd have no truck whatever with crude fellows crass insisting they possess “half a brain” She longed for a man both witty and charming dressed rakishly jaunty and vogue With manners debonair and smile disarming ('though a bit of a rascally rogue) Few chaps could achieve these high standards, indeed yet, one day she met him- and he did! He was dashing, all agreed, on his wild stallion steed a sight to behold- resplendent! And Bronwyn herself, couldn't help but admire this arrogant, haughty young blaggard by the name of Beauregard Brody, Esquire how he bragged, and blustered, and swaggered! Sailing into his arms, Bronwyn swooned straight away and they would've composed quite a pair if only her dog hadn't got in the way of their breathless and heated affair Bronwyn's sidekick was a pup quite precocious all beautifully soft, plush and furry but she was surprisingly fierce and ferocious sending most people off in a hurry Yes, Hellion was a marvelous part-Husky pooch with one eye brown, and one blue who took great offense at each intimate smooch with each snuggle, her distrust grew