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Animal Love
And they strode away
Gracefully without a say.
In an appalling night like this,
Mr Mongrel held the hand of the miss,
In a scary night without a rest,
Strolling down, gently, into a forest
Where passed by no boys
And no ape made a noise.
Mr Mongrel stood there, and there he sang,
And there he sang to Miss Feline, in a tongue,
And his words woke up the sleeping beasts,
Even the forest goat that only bleats;
The moon rose below,
Captured by the mellow.
The big and the small rose and marvelled,
As the two had their lips sweet and held,
But with silence for love is a magnet
That draws people even into the late.
And oh, what with a rebutt?
A clod fell from the gut.
He withdrew, and turning to her he said,
"It's too late to have you in my bed."
The words fell on her ears and hurt -
The gates of her heart they did shut,
And she turned and strode away
Gracefully without a say.
© Laminsah
Gracefully without a say.
In an appalling night like this,
Mr Mongrel held the hand of the miss,
In a scary night without a rest,
Strolling down, gently, into a forest
Where passed by no boys
And no ape made a noise.
Mr Mongrel stood there, and there he sang,
And there he sang to Miss Feline, in a tongue,
And his words woke up the sleeping beasts,
Even the forest goat that only bleats;
The moon rose below,
Captured by the mellow.
The big and the small rose and marvelled,
As the two had their lips sweet and held,
But with silence for love is a magnet
That draws people even into the late.
And oh, what with a rebutt?
A clod fell from the gut.
He withdrew, and turning to her he said,
"It's too late to have you in my bed."
The words fell on her ears and hurt -
The gates of her heart they did shut,
And she turned and strode away
Gracefully without a say.
© Laminsah
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