SPOILED INGENUE
The Cid
She was nothing more than tough.
Considering her capability
Of getting anything as her credential,
Call her the embodiment
Of a spoiled ingenue.
She was a star
Envisaging to be a moon,
So you'd be able to concentrate
With her brilliance.
Shining so bright
Not to lighten up the whistle-stop,
But to feed her pride...
She will always be full.
No one could ever interrupt her!
In domesticating the battalion,
This chick is praiseworthy.
Poised, brainiac, and tactless confidently.
Bold and bad─
A disgrace to her family.
Abhor this Mary!
Beat the drum for her whoop.
The phenomenal creatures
From above were her playmates,
As she shelters her ruth from brutes.
Seek for betterment
And seek perpetually,
Espy her flying,
Throwing confetti.
Telling her she's inhuman
Is humorous, surely.
This girl thee abhor
Will still store her sympathy.
