Tis sorry I do vow
upon thy foot I reckless tread.
As in haste raw
to retrieve test-paper I sped.
Thou fair maid
wronged I in thoughless disgrace.
Thou pardon beg I
in shamed reprieve repentant grace.
From thy fair white hand
a cookie I've eaten.
By thee in contest squash
I've never been beaten.
By thy academic studious sexual bosom
thy boyfriend's lust is ever evoked bidden.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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