Debonair Lord Labrador

Lord Labrador was so dapper and debonair, When the wenches saw him, they put their legs in the air. He could have his sniff of whatever female he fancied. None of them ran off or avoided him. They prance-ied. Lord Labrador was used to having things his way. He could whistle and have a steak and ale at end of each day. He had a harem of women who loved everything about him for sure. They sang his praises, and wrote songs in his honor, most not pure. Lord Labrador was not popular among the other lords or men. They hated the way he was the center of attention from beginning to end. Their wives pictured him when they were in the throes of passion. Which made these men’s hopes go pretty much crash’n. Lord Labrador did not care that he was only popular among shes, not hes. He had enough money, that he did not have to care about pleasing any of those fleas. He would enter the room and the women would sigh and drop in subjugation. In a way it gave him a sense of hopeful jubilation.