I've only spent one day with all the Assumption College girls, and I already received a poetry request from a pair of talkative, friendly, moderately hot Catholic girls. How pleasant. I have already finished the requested work; i think I spelled their names right, but how much it actually reflects them I don't know.
In the sealed off, violet, and starless night
The onset of the day was apparent
From the two sages, just too transparent
As mathematic aspects of the light
We call Michaela and Mary Ellen.
It was clear on the somewhat lengthy plain
Of concrete that one mirage from the rain
From the forest was split and was dwellin'
In two short cute unmute incarnations.
Near the uncertain veil of the valleys
Chimes of unsure times and certain sallies
Rhymed like couplets and chaste incantations
In the dark heart, voices sweet as melon
Both spoke the smartest words, as if while gellin'.
You don't want to know how many pictures with cosmic, gaia, or faerie in their name I had to look through in order to find this nice image.
Before I forget, this is possibly the greatest political theory of all time, which says good times are ahead for the Trads.