Anita Presses My Case
Anita had her parents called aside
To press my fervent case
But had herself taken aside
And shown its other face:
She is simply carat gold!
In case she has not been told:
Only A True Hero to her hold,
A treasure not for everybody’s race
And, thus, cause for A Goodly Chase
That should in the end preserve her Grace;
In shot to be collected by The Bold
Who shall round her his fingers fold
Or, better, to The Highest Bidder sold!
Thank you Anita for pressing my case
And with just that saving my face!
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