There was this floozy of dubious ancestry
With a little hint of Papua New Guinea
She did not look too smart
Now that was a bad start
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There was this floozy from Trinidad
In a trance, she would behave quite mad
When her hormones were raging
It was time to be missing
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The whippoorwill called from a tree unseen
As the hills and vales changed its coat of green
The late waning moon made all shadows wait
While the forest cooled for a breeze to bait
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A fighter pilot’s life it has been said is really second to none.
But ask the guy sitting on the hot seat and he’ll say it’s not much fun.
Every time he goes to fly, his aircraft is always parked at the far end.
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Should my thoughts be only seen in rhyme
And with a metric rhythm to bind
Devoid of rhyme, will it be a crime
Unfettered and free and unconfined
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A furtive glance thrown, caught by yearning eyes
Swiftly found its way to a lovelorn heart
Hope began to flatter a love denied
Stifled passion opened to fleeting lust
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