The Minx
There once was a lady from Lynx,
Who was a veritable minx,
she wrote about love,
cooed like a dove,
loved mixing ambiguous drinks.
Now the minx was wearing a wig,
Which made her look like a fig,
And she had the gall,
To hold me in thrall,
And jabbed me with a two-pronged twig!
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