And yet. And yet I do confess
Sounds like a winner to me, John. I especially like this couplet and the rest:
And yet. And yet I do confess
There’s scarce a man I fancy less.
Such lack of music in the squeals
Of those re-iterant appeals,
So petulant the red-lipped mouth
When the appeals are going south.
Matt Prior’s the man I long to date.
God bless his beard and balding pate.
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