O beauty be my dearest queen
Whose scented of pine and skin be clean
Thou corrode my mind caused ye be so fine
For you derail my train of thought and lead me out of line
To grant me one wish, will she be so kind

I gazed upon the thy moonlight
And wonder if ye may be so bright
To peek behind thou protection and behold that sight
One to great, further enhancing my delight
How does one kindly ask for this favour?

O beauty be my dearest queen
Is thou garden filled with grass or mowed all too clean?
Or is it stocked at front and too difficult for one to ignore?
Or filled with junk packed at the back door?
Hence shaking my closet sized head, leading me to flaw my jaw

O beauty be my dearest queen
This one little wish to fulfil my dream
O beauty be my dearest queen
Don’t deem me as being rude
But may thou please send me a couple of nudes

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Fact of Fiction
She seems happy
Nothing seems to rouse her
A rock battled by many omnipotent waves
One the absence of my presence didn’t faze
I do miss the sea in which I swam with her
I dove head first, though, she tried to deter

T and T
Us both Trini
Spanish melded with a bit Hindi
And the concoction, not meant for me
See, to be or not be
Nothing like this usually comes free
Leaves always fall eventually  
Don’t matter the reign of tree
T?
Was this sip of tea, reali-tea?
Or a lie told by me to me?
The departure was all too easy
Though I was 0.5% serious, see?
The exit invitation was taken all too easily
Now I see your smile, and the jokes on me.