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To Her Ardent Mister
Parody on Andrew Marvell’s “To My Coy Mistress” Had we but World enough and Time Your mating call, sir, were no crime. If lifetimes were more than a few I’d spend an Age for each of you. First with a Parisian lover For a century I’d hover. Then hot Latino macho boy Will fill a few decades with joy. Then I meander solo East On diverse cultures I would feast. When great adventures I’m done with I’d meditate on what Life is. For Lady I deserve such state Not would I love at lower rate. Then comes the quest for the best part - To whom I shall invest my heart. But, sir, you’re right, there is no time To waste on matters less sublime. I’d rather spend all years I have On vast eternity of Love. Your mortal fears I’d gladly spurn, The grave would be my last concern. About my pores with instant Fires?! They’ll last a lifetime to transpire. Into my coyness do not delve Handle your ardour, sir, yourself! December 28, 2020
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