She went in disguise
Like a pope to a brothel
And what she got up to
was just as awful.
She meant to have one
Maybe two at the most
In the end she had nine
Including the host.
And later another three
Just for fun
And ended up sleeping
Alone with just one.
And asked in the morning
'Tween yawns did opine,
On a moments reflection,
"It was fine, it was fine!"
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Jabberwocky (
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Comments1
I like the playfulness of your words.
Good write.
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