A WOMAN OF QUALITY

She is an avalanche deluge that emerge
In vexation,eargerness and in keenness.
She scrubs and swabs the cruds.
She is gifted.

Most men are indulgent to her,but very
Afraid to detain the attention they seek.
What a pysche nature of green pastures?
She twinkles,sparkles and glitters.

I creep up on her, stirring prankster.
I no fella can frolic her, but cavort,
In an affirmativess of my entreaty.
I meek,cause she is a woman of quality.

A woman of quality, is equable as
Bellweather leading to hallow summer
Field of greenish,I; the minor,i follow.
She is a twinkling,gleaming top-tier.

That shines in shadowy,if he is hazy
She lucids his mystified pysche kop.
She is my merited biltong,the finest.
She is a woman of quality,the A1.