Devoted Lover Faults Cover
There’s no way one’s devoted lover
Won’t one’s weaknesses and faults cover;
Tell big fools that one is in clover:
Who nears not maps Driver of Rover
From Tunis to far-away Dover
And would in helicopters hover,
All to The Glory of Jehovah!
There’s some chance your devoted lover
Could suddenly say “it’s over”
If you’d fertilized an Eve’s Ova
Or stolen a blind beggar’s guava;
The last: A sure subject of scandal;
Fears that, soon, you’d snatch a kid’s sandal.
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