Mists that enshroud her dawning years
Thicken as she swills her beers.
When the topers are mellow,
She’ll handle any fellow.
“Do you want a battered hide?”
I asked, “The rest of you is fried.”
Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun,
We had a lovely time until she came undone.
With 'thoughts as boundless, and souls as free'
We fiddled around as she diddled me.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
For she was merely bantamsize.
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