A fellow saw a lovely girl
In a bar where he was tippling
And to try to introduce himself
Said, 'I say, do you like Kipling'?
She looked at him and thought a bit
As wine through her veins rippled;
And then she sweetly smiled and said,
'I don't know. I've never kippled.!
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