We walk into the picture of her eyes
Where butterflies on raindrops sweetly dance
And flowers of all colours hypnotize
And rainbows drop before her very glance –
So orderly and bright, a Paradise
Is here created where she trains her gaze,
For she allows that buttercups are nice
And won’t allow those weeds from stranger days –
So into this a gremlin ghoul in grime
Whose dark chaotic squint creates a mess
Of toads and lizards, snakes and other crimes
Against her cultured garden… nonetheless
She knows some heroes with a spade or two
Who'll look to give him soon his gruesome due.
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