Post by laundry basket on Mar 21, 2007 12:52:52 GMT -5
This was the response to prompt number 1 in the 100 prompts challenge, but I though it'd go good here too.
There was a time of long ago
When everything was fine
The ladies wore corsets and jewels
And sundaes cost a dime
One girl in particular
Stood out from all the rest
Her's was a powerful presence
That shook the very best
She had ebony hair and emerald green eyes
A beauty of her day, for sure
Sixteen years old and already told
Of marriage and a family and more
Her parents wanted her to wed
A banker who owned half the land
Or maybe the farmer with hundreds of acres
Perhaps even the merchant man
Behind her cool gaze was an intelligent mind
She knew what she wanted, for certain
Not money nor jewels, nor fancy clothes
She wanted the man behind the curtain
No one payed attention to him
He was eighty years older than she!
He'd been her professor, it was the most scandalous thing
That this town had ever seen
She loved this man, and he loved her
It was simple, they couldn't ignore it
They married young, her parents didn't come
They didn't understand it one bit
Their's was a pure love, and that's hard to find
In times of long ago
Her prince's name was Dumbledore
And her's, McGonagall.
There was a time of long ago
When everything was fine
The ladies wore corsets and jewels
And sundaes cost a dime
One girl in particular
Stood out from all the rest
Her's was a powerful presence
That shook the very best
She had ebony hair and emerald green eyes
A beauty of her day, for sure
Sixteen years old and already told
Of marriage and a family and more
Her parents wanted her to wed
A banker who owned half the land
Or maybe the farmer with hundreds of acres
Perhaps even the merchant man
Behind her cool gaze was an intelligent mind
She knew what she wanted, for certain
Not money nor jewels, nor fancy clothes
She wanted the man behind the curtain
No one payed attention to him
He was eighty years older than she!
He'd been her professor, it was the most scandalous thing
That this town had ever seen
She loved this man, and he loved her
It was simple, they couldn't ignore it
They married young, her parents didn't come
They didn't understand it one bit
Their's was a pure love, and that's hard to find
In times of long ago
Her prince's name was Dumbledore
And her's, McGonagall.
And oh so very Minerva. I loved the rhyming, it often makes a poem for me.
It seems like my whole life has been one big blond moment.... 