Once upon a time
I saw a spotless fair damsel
With dimples and virtuous words
Emphatically I called her "good thing "
Her ringed neck was wow
How perfect could a damsel be
I love her to the moon and back
I was virtually drunk
And drawn to her speaking eyes
She is the spouse I wanted
But could not find her at dawn
What a sweet insipid dream
Almost two scores now
Everyone ask for my spouse
As age is no longer on my side...
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