Though she has problems,she is quite divine
Her bosom is bared,bold out in the sun.
I hope that what his hers is also mine?
My mistress eye looks fine as it is glass
She lost her marbles playing with a fox
She’s good at letting errors whistle past
And mending fuses in that little box.
My mistress dear I gaze upon that breast.
I see her skin is warm and she does sweat.
I too have lusted and I have confessed
But still she gambles and she places bets.
In truth I am as fickle as a weed
but each must act according to his need
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