Friends as Boon place your Lamp's Fuel provide
Though much I noted your Muffle's in-place
With Salty Mates by the Red Box preside
Bet one more Wicked Event on your face
Your Poise, if un-ciphered, value Tale's told
Then from the City her Ocean's Captains smoke
One surly Tender - then Ben his Bell's fold
Cause Time your Friend's Review as a Sturdy Bloke
If you Listened, fine. Such Phone will confirm
Even if the Telly boosts Merit despite
What now? Think of some Living Prank reform
And lower your Burden from Stars respite.
Normal Lads make - blank by your Thoughts endure
Calling your Dames prick your Hypnosis pure.
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