There's a sock on the doorknob,
and that means don't come a knockin'
cause somebody's knockin feets
yeah, I'll tell you if you wanna
and I'll show you if you gotta
love for poets young and old.
I'm a young one, see,
buckin' and in my prime
ready to make some poetic babies
with the poetess that I've been lookin' for
Be my progenous muse, my dear
conceal our mutual wordsmithery no longer
and take your place at my side
I'll make you a literary queen
if only you gave me the time.
Oh, don't think I'm too pushy, now,
Really, I'd just settle for a good rhyme.
Hey! There it was!
Thanks!
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