Show thongs, expended are leaf briefs for play,
go! strong needs seed swift joy though panties sorrow:
some sung were wrung, but that was yesterday,
some seem unstrung, yet dream scheme for tomorrow.
Go forth; South, North, East, West, best feast away,
old ploy's godsend when cash strapped grief must borrow,
seduction's sweet, that held good yesterday,
now Time flits fleet, boob jobs are bought with sorrow.
Show throngs befriended, topless interplay,
all men may ask you why you smile not sorrow,
fall guys believe in Cupid's bow display,
tell wise guys 'smile, spend like there's no Tomorrow.'
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