I Once Knew a Girl

I once knew a girl, a magnificent poet. But when it came down to it, she swore she didn't know it. The people of the land seemed to be the only who knew, with all the words in the world what this beautiful girl could do. It didn't matter the day, it didn't matter the time. Wherever she ventured, she was sure to bring a rhyme. A rhyme that made people laugh, a rhyme that made people cry. A rhyme in which, no matter what, could never tell a lie. But when brought to question, the girl would deny that she had talent at all. She'd say with a sigh, “when one is as beautiful as I, one needs not a real talent, one needs not even try!” I talk just like everyone else, but my beauty makes my word worth so much more to the ear..” and suddenly she had heard. She shocked herself with her own ability, as she smiled, she said, “I know it.” finally she understood the magic of her words as she screamed, “I am a poet!”