The Dance of Mrs Beautiful

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By Louis Egbe Mbua

So youthful and beautiful

And cheeks so bountiful

As an Angel the innocent face

That glows in a golden place

Where Angels do dwell

And always live as well;

In heavenly realm they stay;

In true Divine love display.

And in Divine love we say;

That all beings will be;

As sweet nectar of bee.

In beauty was Mrs Beautiful borne

With face too beautiful to behold;

And majestic movement to behold

To dance the timeless music of old

So that we may all enjoy

And to live healthily well

And in perfect joy.

With hands so rounded in design

To reveal the very good sign;

And the perfect gene so Divine.

Her voice sings sweet sounding melody

That clothes the air with sweet dye

And make the scene a pure delight;

When Mrs Beautiful speaks we rejoice

For the short time she lives with light;

To show the meaning of truth and life

And show the good ways of a true wife.

How beautiful and bountiful Mrs Beautiful;

To capture a good measure of handful.

To do procreate,

The perfect children that God creates;

And do her will and wish

To make them nice and wise

So they go to the best school;

And have an purely effective tool

To make all hard ends meet;

But not spoiled with too much meat;

And to do all that is right

With all their feeble might.

Mrs Beautiful was so beautiful;

With neighbours always playful;

And always so present and helpful

To give an honest helping hand

So she can do her upright stand;

To do her gift of skin and hair;

More beautiful than an heiress

And in perfect peace she rests.