The Academy in my mind,
short dresses
cute of strawberries.
Its so easy to unwind
the blessing
as I stumble so blurry.
I love the Tavern,
so heavenly,
night sought fairies,
predictable the finds
incidental mess,
Of judgment of our Mary.
It'll be easier to be blind
as storms are weatherly
And I'm no merrily
A metal detector
no gold coins to gather.
This has one of my intricate rhyming schemes if you pay close attention. But with the last two lines, I'm no sheep but the defector.