So Rum’s a pirate’s drink!?
She picked up her mug and headbanged to the delighted tune of Irish rock.
”She’s quite the feisty one.”
Spin, Twirl, Curl!?
She raised her glass, and poured till the bottom hit the floor.
“Must be her childhood at fault.”
Who says rules need be followed!?
She felt her feet hop and her heart stop, like key to a lock.
“Wonder if she ever puts the book down to breathe.”
Inconsistency can scream infancy!?
She wore her boots tight, and her ankles light.
“You think she’s gonna fight?”
Can nation scream rebellion against heavenly skys!?
She spoke little, but her eyes bewildered.
“I suppose she could be right.”
The rabbit is timely!?
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