Paradoxic Alley Prof. Cassandra Lobiesk
Senior Editor Sisters five had once did thrive upon a merry meadow. Dad's not alive, but mom survived and lived as lonely widow. Her daughters five she had at bay, And yet and yet she said one day, "My daughters five, you tarry tarry, so I must find you men to marry." But sisters five, they could not hear their mother through, though she be dear, for they had plans as plans can go, and logically they went as so: Said sister one, "Oh no, oh no, I do not wish for a man so. Unless that man will let me fight and earn my title as a knight!" Said sister two, "I did pursue a man with crow-black hair. With golden eyes and face so fair, I cannot find him anywhere!" Said sister three, "I cannot see myself tied to a lad. If you're of matrimony mind, then leave me marry womankind." Said sister four, behind her door, "I do not have the time. The books I read won't read themselves, leaving them would be a crime." Said sister five, who did connive to marry soon, one day, "That I'm yet a child, too young, too mild, Marry me off but not today." So sisters five, they don't abide their mother's well worn wishes. But sisters five, they compromised, said they don't mind those kisses.
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