Poetry: A Concept

The Girl

She was carefree
No worry on her mind whatsoever
When she walked down the streets, most people at the nearby hot dog stand would stare,
Of course not all, for the streets of Alwaysworld sold one of the best wieners
you'd ever devour
A fine woman she was indeed,
not even the finest diamonds could compare to her
All men dreamed to sleep with a gorgeous young lady like her
But one day she met the love of her life
Oh, but he was no ordinary man
Even those who once claimed,
"bro I'm not gay"
couldn't lay their eyes off him
He had a straight posture, muscular figure, and beautiful eyes the color of the beans you ate from the corner store at Main Street
He was a delightful sight, perfect for a girl like her
What might have been on this lovely girls mind when she first met everyones dream man?
Ah, it be...... "Holy shit"
..........
Holy shit, indeed
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