I used to have a chick
Who dressed so chic,
She loved with pace
And I love her grace,
She being beautiful
I was always mindful
To be complimentary
With a nice pleasantry.
I used to be dutiful
With every handful,
As she is bountiful
With a bust ample.
I still care about Clare
And my all so laid bare
Are expressed in texts
Of which I am vexed
As is she so reading
What I am so writing.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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