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Old English Lovemaking

Thou didst not make me come I came of my own accord now you tell me that you're bored how can I improve on my sweet Lord Thou art a ruffian - unskilled in the art of lovemaking, no tantric sex more like Titanic with a hex I always know what's coming next Who wrote my script and said that: I wouldst love you no matter what? maybe it was you more likely than not I must be thankful, pretend at what I've got Now thou art coming again - never mind my pain Why is it that my loss has to be your gain?

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 4/29/2020 4:38:00 PM

Now I must admit, this is pretty funny. Be thankful you’re not Santa, he only comes once a year. No wonder he has a red sack.

Terry Reeves
Date: 4/30/2020 1:37:00 PM

Thanks Richard - we wish it was Xmas every day!

Vickie Hurtt - Thayer

Date: 11/7/2017 9:16:00 AM

vERY wITTY iNDEED. LIKE iT!

Terry Reeves
Date: 11/7/2017 3:23:00 PM

Thanks Vickie.

Arthur Vaso

Date: 11/6/2016 1:27:00 AM

I am almost embarrassed that I came to this poem first! But in the end, I think tiss my delight to read such witty prose and English poetry at its Victorian finest!!

Terry Reeves
Date: 1/29/2017 6:38:00 PM

Thanks.

Terry Reeves
Date: 11/6/2016 5:17:00 AM

Thanks Arthur.