so the priest said ’tis fine
I will open some wine
you go hurry, I want this bird dressed.
Chestnut stuffing, a touch of sweet thyme
cut some slices of lemon and lime
we shall dine like the kings
(I shall give you the wings)
for dessert we shall make a new rhyme.
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He said, please darling comeI have grown a green thumband it’s yielded a giant cucumber!
Much soothing
smoothing anyrough spotstouch-me-notsso manyhave missedin vain hopeto be kissed.It’s the moonnot the sunthat is sendingall tearsbut you are the dopemay I see you soon?
Would you mind if I chewed
circuitbreaker tonight?Just a tender, small bite?Chewing raises the cudbut a tongue is a dudso the beacon may bethe old sentry for thee.
It was the same each time,
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