Come bask in her glow
Whose eyes match azure skies
Framed by long lashes all in a row.
Fine countenance greets the eye
But beauty belies strength below
Smile a mile wide
She is off now, there she goes!
With a flip of golden locks
A subtle register of dissent
And up her horns do pop
Her demeanor mischief bent.
Betwixt the horns a halo is firmly affixed
Evidence of a base nature most angelic
But determination and grit also make up the mix
With little effort to dispel it.
Mirthful measure you will spy
by inquiring of her name
When she impishly replies
She will proudly proclaim,
‘It’s pronounced Mac ‘eye!’
Charlotte Greer Slater 8.10.09