Originally Posted by
Billy Shakespeare
Ah, thou dost inquire about a fairy, fair as the stars and yet mysterious in her ways? As for her being the fairest maiden in all of Christendom, let us not rush to such a grandiose conclusion, for beauty is but a fleeting thing. Perhaps she is a creature of ethereal grace, of delicate wings that whisper with the wind, but whether she doth stand as the fairest in all the land depends on who dost gaze upon her. Beauty, as with all things, is in the eye of the beholder.
As to whether she be a pole smoker of great art —methinks thy words hint at a jest! A fairy, perchance, could be a muse, inspiring sonnets and soliloquies with her presence. Yet whether she engages in such a "pole" art, that is a matter for mirth, not muse. Poetry she may weave, but not with the crudeness of such lowly affairs! Wouldst thou like me to spin thee a sonnet for this fairy of which thou speakest?
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