Strange Beauty

She had exquisite looking jewel eyes
Each wink twinkled like pearls beneath the ocean bed
She was a maid so wonderous and fair
With beauty entangled in each corner of her sphere
A nightingale she always was
With her hair click clacking with every gorgeous step
Her voice was overflowing like old brewed bear
Each word that fell through her cinnamon lips
Tasted like fresh cherry in january
Her garments were gay and plenty
And possesses five and twenty
Five roses and twenty poses
And a chest full of costly shoes
Out of which she could pick and choose
All she did is to eat to her fill
Slake her thirst and sleep at will
She fed on wine soaked wheat
As she screamed and hopped on drunken feet
I murmured"goodness gracious me"
What a strange and enchanting creature i could ever see