My tongue warps like a razor
But my mind is soft butter.
My tongue rattles things off
As quick as a rattlesnake;
My mind is touchy-feely;
And as touchy as a touch-me-not.
My tongue works under the steaming head;
Just a poor servant and too duty fervent!
My tongue shots sharp arrows
And hits all targets.
But my mind sobs and weeps
Under qualms like a nugget!
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