The chambermaid of the tavern her name Marie
Alluring captivating fair maiden all would agree
Smiling flirting undoubtedly her majored degree
Scurrying making the rounds not missing a knee
Many a fool who has sat on a stool including me
Envisioned her with enchanted dreams of fantasy
In no way am I saying she charges by an hourly fee
Just peddling spirits of seduction be her pedigree.
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