She browses on the Internet,
To find a little more,
For when she looks upon her name,
The subject's rather sore.
She's never really liked her name,
Not catchy, cute or cool...
It's not a very popular one,
Never had the chance to rule.
She'd rather be a 'Bethany',
A 'Clara' or a 'Lex',
Instead she is a 'Heather',
And it's like a curse or hex.
But looking on the interweb,
She gets a nice surprise,
And reading through the readings,
She doesn't notice how time flies.
Apparently she is 'selfless',
A 'seductress', has 'good luck',
She reads through the article,
Scouting every single nook.
And so she looks upon her name,
In a new, adjusted light,
And finds her future beaming,
Newly, finely bright.
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