each time we leave her1 house,
i feel her mother's heavy frown.
thinking perhaps, that i would pounce
on her lovely flower, and proceed to pound
the heaving, luscious mounds.
but i am no such louse.
no! i shall keep my trous-
ers on.
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Note (updated: 24.2.2007):
1. This rhyme is purely fictional. I put myself in the shoes of a fictional character that I read in a short story.
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