This is a twist on a haiku. Enjoy:)
Down on the banks where the Old
Oak tree grows strongly
There was a little girl who
Sat there quietly
Waiting for her dearest love
To come and save her
For she was held by a spell
Which only he could
Save her from by his true love
He will come and save
Her from it so that they can
Forever love each
Other together, always
So down on the banks
Where that Old Oak tree does grow
Sits a little girl
Waiting for her dearest love
