Periwinkle Preston glanced over the dance floor
Finding the ideal woman, the one who soared
Not the easiest of task seeing the perfect score
A one eyed beastly man being of ill report
The heart of a champion the soul of a saint
Oh but what a picture that God had painted
Periwinkle Preston tried to make an acquaint
Alas the beautiful girl could not, just fainted
Tears flowed from his one eye on down to her face
She looked up startled seeing something out of place
Something in his eye before not noticed
Her barren soul protruding with prejudice
And they live happily ever after with beautiful one eyed babies
© 2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 