Sunday, 7 July 2013
The statue of liberty stood on her plinth,
And she dreamed, like Snow White, of a handsome young printh.
She thought that she saw one, (he tried to convinth
Her), but afterwards, vanished. She's not seen him sinth.
So she stands weeping quietly beneath a pink moon,
And she hopes and she prays that her printh will come thoon.
(With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for the picture)