Mercy was my waste
My waste of time in time of waste
Though my yoghurt she wished to taste
If not chained to wasteful chaste
My waste of time in time of waste
Though my yoghurt she wished to taste
If not chained to wasteful chaste
…
A beauty with floating gait
Like her prostitute mom I so much hate
For gently sneaking in late
Like her prostitute mom I so much hate
For gently sneaking in late
Son, thy disturbing is not to my taste
Check thy basket for thy toothpaste
And give thy brush a moderate paste
Make that haste
I need concentrate
Why should Mercy love so great?
Love chastity than relate
Leavin..http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com/
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