Laura Weighs Luther For An Affair
Laura was looking back at him:
A coat for the first fine time trim,
A new eye glass with a gold rim
But Luther still not looking slim,
His bright eyes now gloomily dim...
Laura had this long sung to him
Like a Blues' tune, no, like a hymn,
Even as he bought her a SIM
"Don't be cup filled to its brim:
Weight you watch: yield to no whim".
Laura weighing Guy for an affair:
In it two things still interfere.
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