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A STRANGER'S KISS

 Love no stranger,
 Kiss no stranger,
 For, a stranger’s kiss,
 May prove amiss!

A lonesome dove,
Avid for love,
Strove to entrap someone,
Despaired, as she found none!

Proud of her beauty vain,
Spreads her net for every swain,
Approached a shepherd on the field,
Who, to her courtship would certainly yield.

Young miss Mary,
While making merry,
Kissed a stranger
And invited danger.

Developed high fever,
Her throat sore,
Her tonsils painful, angry-red,
With extreme fatigue, she was in bed.

Petechiae on her palate soft,
Her blood-test positive: ‘Monospot’
With doctor’s drug she developed rash,
He quashed her complaint as ‘simply trash’!

Her painful, enlarged spleen and liver,
Baffled her doctor, as they were markedly tender!
The diagnosis of her malady, her doctor could not ‘spot,’
But pathological tests, I am sure, can certainly ‘spot’! 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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