Tales are old like time
Thought are old as rhymes
Every beauty has their beast
The sun has its moon
Left has its right
Correct has a wrong
Boys are to girls
West has its east
North to the south
Classy to the country
Poems are like songs
Happy can have a sad
Life needs to have a death
Soul to the souless
And with beauty we also have a beast
Dark can have some light
With gold we can also have silver
Big was just small once
We can all be good if there was no bad
Sane can only become insane
Scary could end up being OK
Merry has a bahumbug
Selfish can be changed to giving
Ketchup has some mustard
A sock has another sock
Along with a shoe and another shoe
Every top has its bottom
Every high has a low
Spring can be like fall
But summer isn't like winter
Calm could be roudy
Glowing can be dim
Hello leads to good-bye
But with every beauty there is always a beast

Bye~