The Lady's Reply
The Lady's Reply
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You write again to waste my time
a letter filled with sticky rhyme.
Hyperbole and outright lies
describe my cheeks, my lips, my eyes.
"She walks in beauty like a dream,
her eyes like pools, her skin like cream."
I say it's more like cottage cheese
with eye-bones filled with moldy peas.
You say that love's all you require;
'tis carnal favors you desire.
Your syrup does not pass my test,
so go away, persistent pest.
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