To My Lost Mistress
Humour dispels rumour
You can't but want to stay happy though
Stupid stuff all around
It's a call for the ultimate
Walk
Shoulder high
Walking tall is the first step
Of course, don't forget your rep
Even the blind that sees not
Perceives and says 'she's hot'
Please my fair lady, mind them not
What you are, they are not
The reason you see they are wrought
Our affairs here are soaked
We tread days in a haze
As exams beckon
We only look to the creator of unicorns
To regard us not with scorn
For while exams sneak on
We sit at the bar tending steaks
Pray for me
As I pray for you
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