rajendran muthiah (16.03.1950)
The Flighty Wench Of The Last Bench
I fell in love with a flighty wench
who changed her seat oft from the last bench.
My nature was quite calm
but her luscious heart warm.
Could I hope her lasting thirst to quench?
Submitted: Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 18, 2013
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