Kiss It Goodnight
The cat’s curled up
the dog’s dreaming deep
The parakeet’s quiet
from the mouse not a peep
Kids tucked away
so early, half past eight
Some champagne for you, darling
I barely can wait...
No thanks, not tonight dear
I know how this appears
and I know it sounds mean
But oral surgery is rarely foreseen
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