may i feel said he(i’ll squeal said shejust once said he)it’s fun said she(may i touch said hehow much said shea lot said he)why not said she(let’s go said henot too far said shewhat’s too far said hewhere you are said she)may i stay said hewhich way said shelike this said heif you kiss said shemay i move said heis it love said she)if you’re willing said he(but you’re killing said shebut it’s life said hebut your wife said shenow said he)ow said she(tiptop said hedon’t stop said sheoh no said he)go slow said she(cccome?said heummm said she)you’re divine!said he(you are Mine said she)a sort of translation-from the wonderfully contrarian punctualist Edward Estlin Cummings (aka ee cummings). Love to you Ms. Edna
Wit is a glorious treat like caviar…
At words poetic, we’re so pathetic That we always have found it best, Instead of getting 'em off our chests, To let 'em rest unexpressed, We hate parading by serenading As we’ll probably miss a bar, But if this ditty is not verry pretty At least let us say-How nice you are.
Let us drink to the spirit of gallantry…thank you
I'll drink a toast to this.
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