I'm feeling poetic

[kryptonitemonkey]

There once was a girl named Heather,
whose name, as light as a feather,
gently tripped off his tongue,
like the rays of the sun,
in the bright and beautiful weather.

There once was a girl named Stephanie,
a girl as lovely as could be,
with so much charm and appeal,
she could hardly be real,
her every word a symphony.

There once were girls named Melinda and Maria,
whose names didn't rhyme with anything,
so he went to bed, unfinished.