Wendy trendy
Her hands are tender
And built with wonder
Her works are entwined
No one can put asunder
Her footsteps are defined
Pleasantly inclined
The sound of her voice refined
Her presence is divine
But, Who then deserves it all
If not this lovely doll
Who deserves to dance in a golden ball
And have it all.
We all know the lovely doll
Cause...
She's Wendy, she's trendy and now she's trending
NOT GOING TOO DEEP
Hey there everyone it's been ages since i wrote anything, i feel really bad seeing the last time i posted anything. Well it's all good cause I'm here for now.
This is a poem i wrote for a friend, she's actually a seamstress, that's why i greatly used the remarks for her hands and well mostly her hands.
I was thinking of diving deeper into the poem but i think it's rather self explanatory. I don't need to explain it further cause it's a simple and easy to read piece.
So there it is another poem. Merry Christmas everyone and a prosperous new year in advance. I really love the atmosphere of steemit and seeing great contents. So i wouldn't like to see that disappear.
my quill bleeds