She was single for ages, Friends taunted her by different sages. She prefers to be alone, As to answer there could be none. All she loves is animal, Forgetting she too is a mammal. She longs for something, Which none can think of providing? She is a self question-mare, As well a self-answer.
She just thinks, As her thoughts sink, Providing several hyperlinks, Which vanishes by mighty winks, While her itchy nose turns into pink, Whilst simply imagine a sip of tea to drink.
She owned a magic wand, The once living wand, At every need, proved to be a wand, That was her treasure to be known by wand, Not sure has she lost her wand Trusts she has not lost her wand.
Think She was not single for ages As she had her MAGIC wand She was then given Given a wand later She wanted to accept Situations held her back The wand thought to wait She aided the wand not to wait Her wand preferred to wait.
Old is gold Coals become diamonds Undug Gems may be dug later She should seek for Wand to be a wand or magic wand.