Fact

Fact

However the dark skies
And the pale dots of white
Also play a role
In making his rhymes right,

And help him compose his epic
So faithfully they serve;

The most special stanza
The nearest to his heart,
All else being his work
The one that is his art,

That one he will keep,
The poet will ever reserve

-- For the stars who shine brighter.


However the broken doll
With its twisted arm
Is also cute
And has a charm,

And is the one the kid hugs
When she needs a loyal friend;

The gold and pink dress
Her favorite from the store
The one she loves best
The one they all adore,

That one she will give
When playing a game of 'Pretend'

-- To the dolls who look prettier.