58a. Write a beautiful ballad to summer. End it with “So I stabbed the fucker and took his mints” (writing) (12pts)
In sunlit fields I basked with she
Who held my heart so tenderly -
On evenings fine as damsen wine
In the shade of the chestnut tree.
Golden light still holds my heart
Though she and I are now apart
For every year summer, I find
Returns, though Summer is not mine.
We wooed on grass in July light
And relished in the warm red nights
In summer's clutch and gentle touch
My lover, how divine a sight!
Golden light still holds my heart
Though she and I are now apart
For every year summer, I find
Returns, though Summer is not mine.
Her fabled name had blessed her, true
With fleeting passions that I knew
Would one day take her – one day make
The rose-tinted morn fade to blue.
Golden light still holds my heart
Though she and I are now apart
For every year summer, I find
Returns, though Summer is not mine.
The lad was handsome, this I know
With ice-blue eyes and skin like snow
They called him bold – I thought him cold
But lady Summer did not so.
Golden light still holds my heart
Though she and I are now apart
For every year summer, I find
Returns, though Summer is not mine.
I rather think I should have seen
Immediately that she was keen;
I was in love and far above
Such matters, and had not forseen.
Golden light still holds my heart
Though she and I are now apart
For every year summer, I find
Returns, though Summer is not mine.
His eyes had a deceitful glint
He took my lady at a sprint
Filled with rage he soon would gauge
I stabbed the fucker and took his mints.
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