Love In a Dirty Room
They wanted to make love in the room
But they’d not impressed it with a broom
Real filth if cameras start zooming,
For hygiene the pair needed grooming.
When things explode it shall be a “Boom!
Lovers’ image to go down: sure doom…
Clean University Graduates, whom
Their degrees fitted all but a tomb,
In the room germs to start mush rooming;
When they’re infected, start fuming…
Not anybody’s guess: odds shall loom;
Everything might, straight, end in her womb!
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