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Dedicated to Acelin Whitefire.

Acelin

This little girl obsessed with bunnies…

Her little things and little funnies.

I've always wondered why she's like this.

All silly, all crazy, words I'd care to miss.

Her dainty little wings.

What? Six of them sing?

No, that's not quite right.

They're just to her a blight.

There are many things to suppose.

One definitely is that she's no rose.

Moderately intelligent, she's weird.

And she definitely doesn't have a beard.

I know Yale is spelled Y-A-L-E,

But I thought I'd clarify it to see.

I had no comment really.

Just a whim to get her ready.

As to how, don't ask.

I really don't know myself.

For all I care, she can be beaten up.

Just like Lialy's cup.

Crazy cuteness obsessed kid.

Someone I'd really like to rid.

Mind if I cut off your wings, dear?

No, I did not just call you dear.

It was a figment of your imagination.

Just like I'm a figment of my own imagination.

Ah, yes, did I mention

That I never stated a contention.

This poem was silly.

I just thought it up randomly.

So, think me mad.

And don't think I won't be glad.