Oh, when I set eyes on Janice
My world wandered into wonderland
Dreaming, diving, driving, doodling, dodging a quirk kiss
I wished Janice couldn't plant on my garland
But in a haste I dared to taste
Her red lips
To sample the best
I thought her hip trips
Could offer to a tense lens
That couldn't see
How daft it turned out in the Benz
That in glee
Metamorphosed the break
I thought I'd gained
When her nimble neck
Had my world for good enchained.
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