To where Beauty's Plans by Faeries reborn
You, First-Named Maiden, inherit Dad's Cast
Which is by Good a foremost sense bylorn
Renew your Best Face from Time's Honoured Past
I meant this well; If for Forest's reveal
The Box called Identity I beg to know
Perhaps by then should my Letters proseal
And release this Magic upon your brow
Now, when the Moon does shaunt its Thirsty Head
And begs for a Sip from the Fluid's Sun
Shall we take this Pram; And skip Dots instead
Then turn to Savour these Tidbits for fun.
I know. These Words - frilly my Thoughts do Play
Just to lend your Plomb and Promote your Day.

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