"Lady, better a sculptor far
Chiselled those curves you smudge and mar,
And God did more than lipstick can
To justify your mouth to man."
I thought it was interesting and well written.
Now to write something with that cool rhyming scheme:
The Satellite
Floating out forgotten in Space
There is a wayward satellite
With no regard to Time or place
It's seen many an elusive sight
Galaxies that are colliding
White dwarves in endless night
The Pleiades' glow, always shining
Nebulae that hide planets and stars
Meteors between are diving
This neglected mass of metal parts,
Now caught by unforgiving gravity,
From it's leisurely stroll departs
Breaking through the sparse canopy,
The planet's atmosphere, a dent is made
In the heart of unknown land, swampy
Creatures venture out of the shade
No human ever knows.
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