Eons ago, when the earth was still yeasty,
The leopard, my love, was an unspotted beasty,
Unsullied as sunlight, not one spot or two spots.
Alas! He was snared for the simmering stew pots!
But too many cooks shaking shakers of spices
Created a much needed moment of crisis.
He leaped for his life while the cooks were kerchooing
And fled, all the fleet-footed natives pursuing.
He escaped! But his fur was still salted and peppered,
And that's how there came to be spots on the leopard.
Bracelet and earrings by Cornerstoregoddess.
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