In
the realm where words rebel,
A tale unfolds of Shelmarie, they tell.
With a name that dances, a touch absurd,
Tall and curly, her presence stirred.
Not the sonnets of love, nor the rhymes so sweet,
Shelmarie strides with untamed feet.
Her height defies the norms of romance,
Curly
tendrils in a wild, unruly dance.
Shelmarie, a paradox, against the poetic tide,
Love's rules broken, tossed aside.
No roses red, no sweet serenade,
In her world, love finds its own shade.
No moonlit strolls or whispered sighs,
Just Shelmarie, beneath
rebellious skies.
So here's to Shelmarie, an anthem unsung,
Tall and curly, a poetic anomaly,