The Bookworm

The Bookworm

In the library, nothing is as it seems,

In the world of great schemes.

The beast is known as popular, 

While beauty is quite the scholar.

Beauty is in her corner, quiet as a mouse, 

And the beast is the thunder roaring in his house. 

One day the beast notices beauty at school,

And thinks she is way too cool.

They start spending time together bit, by bit,

Who knew they would be the perfect fit.

 

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