Two Poet Pen Pals Having Fun

My pen pal and I both had a passion for poetry books The city library was thought of. We met in her nooks. Shush! Shush! We heard from a librarian, truly staid. With face of a rooster, we knew she was an old maid. Two pen pals forever, we only had one day to meet. We knew it would be fun, endearing, exceedingly sweet. We ditched the library, my forever pen pal and me. We headed northeast, where two terrific poets should be. We picked out a spot where literary mermaids danced and sang. Faeries and brownies came along with a hull-a-balloo band. Dictionary gargoyles got frisky, and gave us some sass. We rolled our eyes, ignoring them, and their syllable grass. It was a fine time. Two poet pen pals having a blast. Collaborating hard, ideas in spurts, and real fast. And that is how we two pen pals finally met, and had some real fun. If you doubt this incredible tale, you are not the only one.