Our handsome lady proudly struts and pats her curls in place;
Clad in frills and furbelowed, a smile upon her face.
Her small, soft hands are clad in kid, her shoes are made of silk,
Her eyes a sparkling cornflower blue, her skin as pale as milk.
Tag: pride
Nature’s pride
A khaki rucksack on his back
Holds his illegal catch
A good nights work, 2 rhino horn,
It’s not yet dawn.
The Battle of Thermopylae : A Ballad
Herodotus wrote down the tale,
It covers several pages.
A true account or merely spin?
It must have taken ages.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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