Roebain Christians Poet Rhyme

Lets Celebrate

Riding the storms, 
     She was born.
     With a fishing rod in her hand,
     Better than most fishermen.

    Her aim was to catch the biggest fish,
    To make a delicious dish.
    She will feed all the homeless on the street,
    It will be a great feast.

   First she will lure it with her bait,
   And patiently wait.
   Determined and competent,
   She caught a Merlin.

   Now she can celebrate,
   With all her homeless mates.

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