Wined and Dined
There once was a lass in decline
who daily drank much too much wine
she rosed* up her lips
and plumped up her hips
but never got any of mine!
Yes, my bottle it remained corked
not guzzled by broads from New York
oh, pink, white or red
I’d hoard them instead
perhaps I let lose for the stork?
Men if you’d sip from my bottle...
into bed, do rush, don’t dawdle
drink from my navel
if you are able
perform with game hold the throttle.
* I know [rosed] is not a word ;) I'm being funny so I'm using my poetic license!
**ed's do not make a syllable ;)
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