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?

ยฉ Vivian Zems

MLMM Wordle #177

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