Calling a Woman Tart
I don't see the funny part
Of calling a woman Tart:
What you now plan to restart
And just burn a happy heart
Words of mischief stacked in cart
Had never won Purple Heart
The loosed tongue may around dart
But don't fail to smell like fart
I foresee some tomorrow
Face of repentance borrow;
The hacked heart still in sorrow:
Tina's: tears fill a barrow.
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