Veronica Scorp was marked with beauty and pain,
her tail was dull and withdrawn.
No more lusty days with the sluttish and vain,
her earth with water overflown, waiting for fire in the dawn.
She tended to hers and all was sane
Lovers were superficial and seldom there,
treading carelessly - quite a bane,
she left them all compromising with care.
She stung with goodly intention -
her son and learning was goodly enough.
Grudges were a matter of prevention,
traction on firm earth, wending water aright -
and all that stuff.
Veronica Scorp was snowed in one day
till one came along when all was dire.
She remembered him in a play
and she spilled water on his fire,
and remembered him for his gentle way.
He rendered her and rendered her well.
Passive was she, but she needed the spark,
"All this other stuff has been a hell!
It's good to have fire finally in the dark."
They wrote and wrote and two was the game.
they romanced, reveled, and rivaled -
impetuity before learning? That's a shame.
They joked, frollicked, fiddled, and bediddled -
"Hello, man! I'm Red. Tell me, what's your name?"
The man reared with hooves and heat,
an aged steed with an old expression,
"woah boy! This time don't defeat!
"This time learn - there's beauty,
beauty in another's lesson."
She was balanced and well to do,
she wrote to him and he to her.
"No more flummery, let's see it through!"
What's the secret of this great allure?
"Tell me, man friend, who are you?''
"Ah-hah, I'm Julian Jup, pleased to meet you."
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