The elegant lady
Crossed the ground
Through the long grass
And plants that were found
Right by the edge
To the end of the lawn
Only to get snagged on a stalk
And then all forlorn
A free ride was in order
As she stumbled and fell
And licked the wet soil
With a sharp ‘bloody hell!’
She was lucky that nobody saw her
The Mansionic Perspective 
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