Princess MoMo

Yet much to his dismay
Was he quickly disappointed
To discover a harem of incoherence,
And sentences disjointed.

‘Your’ and ‘you’re’, ‘there’ and ‘their’
Could it be so confusing?
This viral idiosyncrasy
Soon ceased to be amusing.

If one were seeking love,thought he,
Through a beacon of words and pics,
It might pay to at least recall
Those first grade grammar tricks.

Dejected, ready to sign off,
He heaved a sorry sigh.
Then thought, what the bloody hey?
Let’s give this one last try.

And lo! did fortune smile,
For upon that merry day,
He came upon a profile
That made him feel quite gay
(but only in a when-you’re-with-the-Flintstones sort of way.)

A princess from a northward land
Had sent out a proclamation
In which she wittily expressed
Very similar frustration.

A practiced pen was evident
In her so skillfull narration
And he pondered if perhaps ‘Author’
Might be her occupation.

He wanted to know more ’bout her
But the info wasn’t there
So he resolved to send a message
That would catch the maiden’s ear.

Hence this introduction
To the may-be author MoMo,
Here’s hoping she be curious
About the guy called Purpleyoyo.

Have a groovy day,

Mike