A new gal's in the neighborhood.
All of us guys hope to make her
That special one, so I need good
Technique to persuade her for sure.
Flowers, gals always like to get,
So I am picking a bouquet
So sensational I will bet
She'll be awed by my charming way.
I find blooms, best and bright and bold,
Perfect from a wannabe beau,
Using antlers to pick and hold,
And then present to my fair doe.
I expect very soon to brag
That I've become her chosen stag.
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