Because she Confirmed you, Knight of the Code
You are Free to chase the Lady in the Store
Who, sorting Perfumes, knew your Season's mode
And the Mist she sprayed had your Hour's accord
As many Tarry-Bugs strolled past your scene
Which was some Bat Insurance on your part
Free of Price, you stole a Puck from her Bean
Then Hormones exploded like a Work of Art
And speaking of Art, have you seen her Dress?
Scarlet Black Stripes; In Faith a nice design
Which was fine, her Mum had to redigress
Else force the Storemaster to make her resign.
She is Yours, the Sun's Blessed Rays Reveal
Pocket her deeply; And lock it with your Seal.