I knew something
Was lacking there;
You were so listless,
My beauty fair;
An evil witch
Split you in two,
What should I do
In lieu of you?
One solution:
A menage a trois;
Between the two of you,
Do you wear one bra?
Two women
Who share
The same taste in clothes;
What a problem
Does that impose!
Two half dead bodies
In my bed;
Two lethargic zombies
Have I wed;
Two cooks to scramble
Six breakfast eggs,
I'd get lost
Beween all those legs.
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