Bohemian at Heart
Like a free bird, set to sing her own song
She decided to shun the mundane chores
Thirsty she, wants to hit the misfit gong
The morphed bohemian flunkie now roars.
The tuned quaintraille on a rebellious feet
Like a free bird, set to sing her own song
Strumming elf in a bohemian heat
The coiffure and boots can’t be held for long.
Outlandish she may seem over her throng
Who can bind her opulent hippie-scoff?
Like a free bird, set to sing her own song
She’s a wanderlust, the world she will quaff.
Spirit now free, donned the boho-chic look
To cross the seven seas, sails the headstrong
Chapters new to writer for the maiden book
Like a free bird, set to sing a new song.
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