A Maiden Tale
A maiden traveling far and back
pretended there was naught she lacked;
yet when her needs came clear again,
found more to ink than met the pen.
In search of golden straw, not black,
a maiden traveling far and back
redounded past beginnings small
to fill each empty fodder stall
with honeyed hay of finest strand.
Inquisitive in fashion grand,
a maiden traveling far and back
encountered fairies, far off track.
Returning then, from fantastiqué,
to woo her farmer, mildly meek,
she lost her way again. Alack!
A maiden, traveling far and back.
It felt like a good day for a light-hearted quatern.