"Oh, my sweet bode,"
Said the ladies' favoured son.
It's a sweet surrendered code,
For the forsaken shoddy one.
"Go away from me quickly"
he whispers with weary haste
the plague made the ladies sickly
For the forsaken shoddy waste.
"I refuse to willfully reply,"
Were his lover's listed words.
T'was a refusal to comply,
For the forsaken shoddy swords.
"I now stand poorly inflicted"
He choked with tempered love
His worst fear now depicted
For the forsaken shoddy above.
in calibration with Miss Anndette Wanderlilly
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC
"Oh, my sweet bode,"
Said the ladies' favoured son.
It's a sweet surrendered code,
For the forsaken shoddy one.
"Go away from me quickly"
he whispers with weary haste
the plague made the ladies sickly
For the forsaken shoddy waste.
"I refuse to willfully reply,"
Were his lover's listed words.
T'was a refusal to comply,
For the forsaken shoddy swords.
"I now stand poorly inflicted"
He choked with tempered love
His worst fear now depicted
For the forsaken shoddy above.
in calibration with Miss Anndette Wanderlilly
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