She was a perfect beauty,
Or so I thiught when we
bumped into each other
At the campus inn
after I'd finished eating,
She cat walked in,
And with my captivating cassanova smile,
I destined my power of seduction to entrall and win her over.
She was a fellow student from another Department
Fouth year like myself
Her beauty, a Bijou, like nothing else.
And when she spoke
To introducee herself
All hell broke loose!!!
''I are Jasmine'' she said.
My eardrums reverberated
Discomfortably recoiling
As though heart attacked
At her discordant murder of the English language.
But, out of niceness
of my broken heart, I decided
To heal her broken English:
''I AM JASMINE'', I corrected.
You AM Jasmine too?
She blundered further.
But she didn't stop there:
She was on fire.
''I are a final year schooldent of English...''
I could listen no further
Her grammer was a flying dagger
That struck me vehemently
Through the head and dropped me dead
Nightmaringly
For within her angelic beauty
Lies a Ninja weapon, so mouthfully beastly
© Dio Dread
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