Timorous & Amorous

She was timorous, and I was amorous, she was this and more, and I was dead sure, I do not know how I got fixated, because I have seldom done, she was perhaps that breed, so rare, that you do really care, all was fine, and I had begun to pine, then all went in dump, my shoulders slumped, eyes drooped, and nostrils scooped, that the trader, quoted such fare, for that high bred mare, that I fled, away bill and tare.