My Dirty Valentine
Darling, O dearest, delight of my heart,
my apologies for this so tardy card,
but life is pressured whilst we are apart.
My roving eye competes against my bard
and mere utterance results, such as "More!
My God!" or "Fast! Yes!" O my dearest duck.
And what lyric could I sing from the floor?
And what rhyme might I find for a girl named Puck?
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