A winged beast is quite the sight to see. But beware, they come in such variety, with many a'winged society...
Winning their love requires a certain expertise, so sit around and listen, and munch your crackers goat's cheese all a'smitten.
It is said that there are tiny ones that chirp,
And stubborn, old winged-warts that just sit around and burp,
There are giants that spark thunder in the skies,
And rainbow menaces with tiny green snake-eyes,
Under the golden sea swims little-winged tuxedos,
While others look suspiciously like mosquitos...
But I think I know the beast you seek to serenade,
So dare not ever be afraid,
My secret method I will disclose,
Just promise not to tell the crows!
She gallops in the orange night,
Her wings out-stretched in full flight,
Such a beauty, wondrous sight,
Her silver back is bare,
For she only carries the air,
You'll have but one chance to snare,
This magical winged-mare,
So ensure you prepare!
Call her down softly to rest before you,
It should feel like backwards déjà vu,
In an out-stretched palm,
Hold the sweetest balm,
The best there ever was - a fresh-plucked orange root,
Will make her heart sing like a morning flute,
At last, in a secret verse of genesis,
@Weirdwolf rode his Pegasus.
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