In the front yard I borrow of a tongue;
Through condolences I’d never receive
And the sigh comes out for a growl;
Through a worthy couple of deeds.
Thou would never tempt
And as if ever in sheets,
The bed climbs up over a fence,
Where the house gets to cleave.
And the whole litter goes for the latter
As the shoe walks in lieu;
Of a man with bare teeth showing,
And of a woman with no absolute heat.
Hence, the two would make up for thee
As the one makes of two.
Though the fences would shatter,
And the house would rather be true.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
In the front yard I borrow of a tongue;
Through condolences I’d never receive
And the sigh comes out for a growl;
Through a worthy couple of deeds.
Thou would never tempt
And as if ever in sheets,
The bed climbs up over a fence,
Where the house gets to cleave.
And the whole litter goes for the latter
As the shoe walks in lieu;
Of a man with bare teeth showing,
And of a woman with no absolute heat.
Hence, the two would make up for thee
As the one makes of two.
Though the fences would shatter,
And the house would rather be true.
