Dear Miss White

There happened to be a lady
She has long black hair, not that shiny though
But curled
Voice that she sounds are so soft
But sweet
Flaws in pronouncing the right -an & -ang though
But cute
Skin as white as Snow White
And Kiwi is her favourite
If there's a chance
She may be Snow White
Choked by Kiwi
But there's still a prince waiting to come to her rescue

She's light and graceful
Long before she was cursed by the Evil One
She used to dance
She dances with dainty steps
Gracefully
Indian dance was her favourite
Every morning she gets up
She dances her way to clean herself
Made her way to brush teeth by dancing
When she reached her chamber
She dances her way to bed
"What a wonderful day..." She thought to herself

Once,
She was eating Kiwi in her bed
But she has gotten too tired
Holding with her a golden spoon
She fell asleep, gracefully
Somewhere in the midnight she got up
She saw shiny thing laid on floor
Carefully examine it and she found out
"Oh..It's my spoon"

She used to jog around park
But she's fragile just like a princess
Which rarely she could go free to do things she like
So she ran free one day & jogged
...
So ends her day
All sudden in the middle of night she woke up
And found herself having fever
And she could not sleep
Worrying that she's gonna disturb her friend
She kept silent
There happened to be another peasant boy
Which She likes to call him "Disturbia","Pervert" & "Pigmoonlien"
He was told by Miss White's friend that Miss White fell sick
So he cared and found that
Miss White also had a leg ache and fever
Dear Miss White
Hmm...Thoughtful but you need to learn to let your friend worry about you
Bearing all troubles silently made people around worry
So said the peasant boy a.k.a. Disturbia,Pervert & Pigmoonlien,"I'm worry too.."

Take good care Miss White.. L.T.