AN- Here's the second part, inspired by the second poem, which I can now divulge is 'The Nymph's Reply to The Shepard', by Sir Walter Raleigh. This chapter is written the same exact way as before. My poem has the same exact number of lines as the original, and I kept the last word of every line the same so the rhyme scheme is the same. Clear? Good. Here goes. Oh, and duh, guess who Nymph is.
The Nymph's Reply to the Werewolf-
Oh, how I thought I was too young
And with too sharp a tongue
To even make your stillness move
More tremendous still, my love
Since I've entered into this fold
Some of the Order can be quite cold
Left me feeling a little dumb
That I was even asked to come
Then you stole across the fields
And my defenses to you yields
If it's not with too much gall
Could we be married in the fall?
When yellow takes the roses
And we'll have pumpkins with the posies
The war is over, to be forgotten
We vanquished you-know-who-Mr.-rotten
In praise of peace, stoke the lovely buds
Found our home with sturdy studs
In with you I will move
As you'll have me, my love
This winter we can start our breed
I know you'll provide for every need
It is my heart you had to move,
For me to call you my true and only love