Lady Belinda was beautiful of heart
Though her outward appearance gave town folks a start
Her dreams of a suitor had not yet come true
With only internal beauty, what’s a poor hag to do?
So she consulted her Grimoire and found a grand hex
She enchanted a ruby and hung it round her neck
She squealed to the mirror “Why Belinda… You’re hot!”
But her mirror was faulty… to others she was not!
The lesson to garner, so you won’t be alone…
Keep the hope in your heart and not in a stone.




