.Come, fair lady to mine bed, we go,
And verily sweet pleasures we shall know,
Yet, where thy belly meets thy limb,
I beseech thee give a trim,
For thy bush doth overflow,
Milady doth have a 70's muff,
A 1470's muff hmmm,
Zounds, it's as prickly as a Christmas wr.
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