Where there were only dim lights
Remained afraid of bright sun lights
On a buck up of naughty moonlights
Regret! Or pay thanks to the plights!
Kissing her red handed I was caught
The judge was kind didn’t like a slaught
He thought and thought and thought
Fine mild rains after many years draught
Kisses are the gates of a lifelong naught.
It’s golf! A hole, a ball and a claught!
(After all I am a human and sometimes I write naughty poems like this)

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