The Wild Spirit
Once upon a time
In a land so far off
There lived a wild spirit
Its soul was too, aloft
In hopes of finding
Another soul to share
All the land the spirit
Had come to bare
It looked for years
But did not find
Another soul that
Was ever so kind
When all hope was gone
And the effort was not found
Yet still no other
Young spirit came round
So the spirits’ soul search
Had come to an end
As thy poem does become
An insult to recommend
To all those who feel
The poem that I doth wrote
Was any sort of proper
Type of antidote
To the previous poems
That I have published
All being dark and evil
And well undernourished
In a land so far off
There lived a wild spirit
Its soul was too, aloft
In hopes of finding
Another soul to share
All the land the spirit
Had come to bare
It looked for years
But did not find
Another soul that
Was ever so kind
When all hope was gone
And the effort was not found
Yet still no other
Young spirit came round
So the spirits’ soul search
Had come to an end
As thy poem does become
An insult to recommend
To all those who feel
The poem that I doth wrote
Was any sort of proper
Type of antidote
To the previous poems
That I have published
All being dark and evil
And well undernourished