I am a man of means
Searching for a bride
She must be lean
Never devour beans
And know how to
Animate me
A handsome dowry
I will bestow
On a maiden such as this
Her scent of white sweet clover
Must like pollen, be on her- all over
A chaste maiden I demand
One who won’t
Get out of hand
I arc my search to exhaust
Scouring the land
For a bride who sings
She must fawn over me
All the days of her life
But she dare not
Challenge me
And she dare not
Sprout wings

Any takers?

© Vivian Zems

MLMM Wordle #177