In the age of legends and local lore,
When heroes were measured by deeds, not war,
There arose a woman whose fame would spread
Through whispered stories and group chats read.
Some said fortune followed wherever she'd go.
Others claimed she simply told fortune where to go.
She'd walk into rooms and naturally improve the Wi-Fi.
Plants stood taller beneath her majestic rainbow sky.
Parking spots appeared where there had been none.
Dead phones found charge.
Long odds were suddenly won.
Group projects suddenly finished themselves.
Chaos packed its bags and excused itself.
People whispered tales from near and far,
Wondering if she was lucky,
Or simply a star.
When uncertainty stumbled, making it's way near,
She shrugged awry without a hint of fear,
"It'll probably be fine" the woman said with a cheer,
"Afterall... I am Proudly Queer"
The one and only:
Legendary Lesbian.
