by TiaSlut
Tia Mia, you started so fine but ran, like your pubes, a bit too long. Less is sometimes better than more; best to stop when your pubes hit the floor. Take my tip, try not to trip. Blessed be your hairs, soft and curly and fair.
Paragraphs 5 and 6 you suddenly stopped rhyming, then started up again. Your poem, your rhyme scheme, you can do it any way you want, but it threw me off.