Flue powder I wish I possess
Roald Dahl never fails to impress
Over gloomiest days and darkest nights
Still a teeny ray of hope shines bright
Totally besotted with romantic notions, while
Years of unknown fate awaits
If only I have Mary's faith
Cats exude most beguiling charm
Ennui is greeted by sleep's sweet balm
Quiet solitude is always welcome, but
Underneath lies a fervent heart
Everyone should take this with a pinch of salt
Else might think it's all my fault, that
Not a soul knows what is being sought!
On first sight, most pple think I look damn stuck-up.