High Spirited Lass
Jacque was a high-spirited lass with a smile as wide as my room
You should ask her out everyone told Phil, a potential groom.
Phil had less energy than a gnat that was dying.
He could not imagine being around this lass even when trying.
I don’t think she’s for me he told the matchmaking folk.
He did not even add tomato or cheese to his fried-up egg yolk.
He could not imagine being in a room with a high-spirited lass like that.
Which is why he lived his entire seventy-six years in a bachelor’s flat.
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