THE NOT-SO BEAUTIFUL PACKAGE

Once upon a time
With spice from thyme
And curry
Our package was ready
My package, more clearly
My not-so-beautiful package
It's ready
Douched with all the amazing aromas
And garnish
But my eye's glory will vanish
Once I see my package
The not-so-beautiful package

I hear distinct sounds
None catch my fancy
I like my trance
Which led me to France
Where my dreams were fleece
And fashioned into beauty
I hold on to my fleece
Of glamour
A knight in shining armour
In the Frenchland of my subconscious

The not-so-beautiful package
Before the drift
I was talking about my package
It was not so beautiful
Until my jaws drifted apart on awe
When my curiosity exceeded my control
And the contents thereof
Beheld much beauty
Too much that I wonder