Beard Poem Three

Beards! Beards! Beards! Beards! Beards!
Melanie said to Bill, "What the flip?
None of that stuff has to do with my trip!
I need to find that dragon and get back the beards.
Everything you said is pointless and weird!"
Bill just laughed, "Your mind is clearly not cleared.
In life, every path is much different than as it first appeared."

Beards! Beards! Beards! Beards! Beards!
Melanie was out there with a PSSHHHH!!
"Crazy ol' Bill is full of rubishhhhh."
Melanie would save the beards all on her own.
With her electric blue shield and her charms made of stone.
In the morning sun, her crystal armor shone
along with her sword of licking flames, forged in molten hambone.

Beards! Beards! Beards! Beards! Beards!
Melanie was pretty and strong, like a muscular owl.
She moved with the grace of a tiger's prowl.
She had hair like pasta, and big brown eyes,
gleaming white teeth...and...and...HANDS!
and feet, nose, mouth, legs, arms, ankles, ears, did I mention the eyes?
Imagine Melanie however you like best. I'm not gonna try.

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The first verse in this was the last verse in the Second Post but...it should be here. Not there.