hark.

The muse speaketh (in sonnet form (abba abba)):

I sometimes think that I shall be
enraptured forever in your face
Beside your side is my place
Hopefully that will be by the sea

I met a animal by the title of panda
I thought he was nice but see
He asked "Is this poem for me?"
I said, "No! My darling Miranda"

Tough to find something to rhyme with Miranda.

Well... I thought it was cute.

nc