The Non-Club Lady with her loyal broomstick, Who took night rides in Everlasting Sky, Approved of speed, as quite a moral booster, And had a neighbour – such a LIVELY guy.
The guy was drafting age and full of impulse, Ah! Broomstick-riding was beyond his wits. But, willing to surprise that QUEENLY Whimstress*, He mastered it by mettle, starts and fits.
His KNIGHTLY act was to report the weather – When she produced her broomstick from the case. And when the both started, Hell-for-Leather, He was extremely tight in his embrace.
The NEIGHBOURLY disfavour had its season And gave the story its breath-taking zoom… But no Dummy can compel a Dizzard, And no Dizzard trusts in gloom and Doom.
The two evolved to ’Distantly Aware’ (It’s called I.T. in up-to-date disguise), And could convey a FRIENDLY touch through air, And could convey a LOVELY view, life-size.
The skill comes natural …away from WORLDLY hustle, And clicks for Angels and the hearts in Love – The ones predestined to the broomstick rustle From Legends’ spells, as HEAVENLY as dusty, When you do not expect it from above.
