Valentine Boudoir
Each year she went through a ritual
preparing for his big night
she had been given strict orders as to how
to ignite his passions just right
the perfume was spritzed soft and light
the negligee warn low and tight
but this year when the knock arrived at the door
indicating his arrival ,
she sang, "Good times are a " comin "
until she heard a big thump,
he died, just before his big hump.
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