
I scoured a flower to answer her mither,
didn’t dawdle or dither, wanted to meet her.
She resides in a tower but I didn’t cower,
I based my hope on her dangled rope,
not realizing the scope of the rocky slope.
Some suitors may wither or slither away,
not me, I’m from an earlier day–
days of kings and princes and such.
I just wish she hadn’t tried to touch.
She leaned from the tower to my flowery bower,
the rope gave away where my body now lay.
This is the price I had to pay,
I won’t be climbing another day.
💔💔💔
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/10/21/bonus-wordle-rhymes/
Wonderfully written!
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You do these very well.
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