Heart Abiddan

I wander the dunlands
Am I lost?
Amongst butterflies
upon a pirl
Their painted wings
Full of wonder
Ruth for the eyes.

My merrigan fareld
As suggested
By my professor,
The old daffer,
Mecha cleverly
Knew how to expede
My theoretical musings.

Yet as he demitted me,
sent me soaring
Like a paper plane
Over emerald isles
And sapphire seas,
He did give a wry smile
At the expected smirr.

Now, my umbrella forwent
I stand lightly soaked
Atop a green wold
Before a waterglow
I think of her
Where is yon windmill?
Somewhere over the hill.

Nither the creaking sails
I see torch light
A safe haven
From grey skies and drizzle
Oh the scent of bread
Of scrumptious cheese
And by gelimpan, Mead?

A warm Welcoming hand
Such a stinging mark
An Ugsome frown beneath
Your modest gown
I may chop and change
But will never share
Your sense of muliebrity.