DID CUPID PLAN THIS
Bulging eyes like a pompous toad
watched for me to blush and explode
when we met and you called me cold.
I thumped your cigar.
You flicked ash into my dress fold
then showed the nerve of one too bold
by kissing me in your wrapped hold
and yet here we are.
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