My own little non rhyming poem like things.
I once knew two girls both where quite different. one was tall, slender and beautiful like a rose. the other was short and sharp tonged like a thorn and like a rose and it's thorn were one went the other went also. and when a rose gets picked by a gardener it has it's thorns removed and swept away and then the rose is put up on display. it was the same with these two sisters, they always went to the same palaces but like a thorn being removed and swept away the sisters where always separated and one was where all could see and the other was forgotten. but know matter how the ended you could never have one with out the other.