Beauty with a beast sitting under tree
came whence strolling on a spree.
Priceless beauty beast is large
push and pull, the beast will not barge
One may cry foul and scowl;
is the beauty blind? ... moron idiot owl.
In a garden grasping hands, with that
grisly beast rubbing hands on her cowl
Love is blind you know well
but this sight rings a huge bell
she loves a grisly beast
scary seeming uneven pair
She saw his face sexy she saw
his eyes were kind his lips so soft
his big head reminds her of favorite fruit
she loves his 56 foot suit
His tail nonhuman, on it she rests her head
growling terrifying voice, his songs she listens
his white sharp teeth mesmerize her
love struck girl beast is her lover.
His toe nails big, she paints them blue
giggling girl, beast laughs too
Free from fear, a true bond of faith
a mix of breed and interfaith
